Wide was the mansion of my heart with its gate opened to all. The guests were welcomed and adored for my suspicions were none. I let them run and play in my garden, dine in my table and take nice summer strolls in my pavements.
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And then a wretched evening begot a charming stranger into my heart. Her name, her way of thinking, the person she was in general was all strange to me. Like a moth attracted to a fire, I was dangerously pulled to her.
So I invited her in, into my inner chamber where no one has ever been invited into. I poured out all I have and all I am to her. I gave her the keys to the mansion of my heart.
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It sounds bizarre now, but it felt natural then for me to trust a stranger.
Things were okay for a while until one day I saw her trashing my treasured beliefs and principles from my wall where I proudly hanged them. I was furious at first, but that smooth talking jerk convinced me that they didn’t suit me.
After a while, I saw her kicking out my beloved guests out of my mansion, when I resisted, she said she wanted to be alone with me. And then, she finally went and destroyed my altar.
With no friends, no principles or God to stop her, she tore down the walls of my heart. She didn’t bother wearing her mask of deception, and so I saw a glimpse of whom she really was. She totally destroyed me.
And while I was sitting amidst my ruins, I saw her with that mask of deception on, knocking at the gate of another man who happens to be a friend of mine. I wouldn't let that happen, so I did what I had to do.
Anger, vengeance and jealousy kept my wounds fresh,but after a while, I stood up to build something from the wreckage.
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I finally healed...but this time, I built it differently. This time, my mansion didn’t have gates, it only had walls. I made sure never to trust a stranger anymore.
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Oh, love is funny. We have to be on guard AND open AT THE SAME TIME to experience it's riches.
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