Of Hearts and Fortresses

Aime-moi, je suis à toi.
愛我，我是你的。
14 months I was deluged in despondency, resentment and languor. My heart has been chained with the pains of the foregone, ambushed by the quintessence of false hopes. I will never and can never love again. The pain it brought me shattered my heart into 4,072,007 pieces and it seems impossible to make it whole again.

I’ve built walls around my heart’s fortress. Surrounded by all those warriors who attempted to penetrate my kingdom, but none is ardent enough to perforate. All failed but others still kept struggling.

I’ve built a secret ingress that would lead to the pinnacle of my fortress but still, none is wise enough to find that gate and surmount the passage.

I’ve demolished all the bulwarks that made my kingdom vulnerable. My heart has been captured but was not secured by those warriors. It fell, was taken again, thrown and then lost. It was, again, lost. Pain was doubled and hopeless as it may seem, another warrior picked it up and kept it safe.

I’m not sure if I can hand you the obligation of guarding my kingdom, but then, would it be enough if I let you keep my heart? :)


“And when I lose myself
I’ll think of you
Together we’ll be running somewhere new
And nothing can hold me back from you
Through the monsoon”