Every time your hands met mine, my heart skipped a beat, or even beats. And my smile got wider. Suddenly I felt happier, warmer, and softer. I uncovered myself in front of you, and even my demons became familiar to you. You broke my high, thick walls with your warmth and kindness. In your hands, I felt so fragile, so small. You made me stop fighting just to get through the day, or stop counting my unsteady breaths. You were always next to me, whispering gentle words into my ears. You made me miss you, think of you day in and day out. And then, you made me suffer. Suffer every time I saw you with her. How does it feel to heal someone and then break them the same way? Are you satisfied? Satisfied that you were on my mind constantly while I was barely on yours? Satisfied that you were my one and only while you had many? Are you satisfied that I opened up to you, that I trusted you? I really loved you, while you were just playing. So if I cannot be your princess in your in kingdom, then I will be the queen of my own empire. And this time, I will build the walls higher and thicker than they have ever been. I will be unbreakable. Impregnable.