building us

I hurt you and hurt myself

Maybe that's where i find comfort?

Or reassurance?

I have no idea..

Sounds wrong, i know.

Sometimes i wonder why people who are so so close fall apart..

Maybe relationships are built like towers made of colourful blocks...

You stack them neatly and tidily, one on top of another, each one earning its place as part of the tower as memories or part of each other, each with its own unique colour, holding something significant that both persons share...

At first everything seem so sturdy, firm, reassuring, safe...

As it builds up it starts to become unstable, swaying with strong wind that blows, giving that little hint that it may not stand strong forever..

When we quarrel or argue, we pull out the blocks that represent those memories that have hurt or disappointed us the most, some from the top, some from the base, making it far more unsteady..

Now even the slightest breeze may rock our carefully built tower, threatening to crumble it...

And you and i, we sit beside that tower, praying and crossing our fingers that it wouldn't tumble..

It probably will eventually, but maybe, we hope, it would crumble when all the blocks are faded and worn out, with their colours all looking washed out..

And we know that its time to let that tower crumble, and build a new one.

Bigger, Taller, Stronger than ever.