Wells

And another try.

Some things fall into place, some things don't. Yet as I was recently reminded, this is not the girl who would fall in love easily and get back up, have a heart broken, dust herself down and go after the real thing again.

This is the girl who grew up. Who walked out of something good, and is so haunted by it, that nothing seems to fit like it did before.

I keep my guard up, he said. The first time someone's ever said that to me! Me, I have no guard, I have no walls, what I feel shows in my eyes. They harden, they soften, they tear up and they giggle. All without agenda.

Or so I thought. Things are different now, then. The eyes are veiled, wells of secrets.

Will he look into them, and if he does, what will he see?