Two doors. One open, one closed. One hers, one his.
Just like their hearts.
She opens her heart, lets him in. He doesn't need to ask for permission. He is always welcome to her room and her heart. No matter when and where. He can come and go as he like.
He, on the contrary, keeps his door shut. Everyone needs to ask for permission. It's like his whole world is trapped inside and he won't let anyone in or anything out. He isolates himself in his own mind.
She thought that she was something more special to him, that she was allowed to get into his world. But she was wrong. He always tries to push her out of his room, out of his heart. The more she wants to stay, the more he wants to push her away and close the door.
She thought that maybe, she has made some progress. Maybe, if she's patient, oneday, he will open the door for her, welcome her to his heart. But it seems she is incapable of doing that because she relaises that she knows nothing about him while she let him know too much about her.
So.... She decides to shut her door too.
Two doors. Both quietly closed.
Oct 25, 2016