Its like rain on your wedding day ...
I swear i had posted this in here, but cant seem to find it, so reposting it ;p
"It's like rain - on your wedding day."
Ahh, the irony that life is.
Which cosmic force is it that so plays with our lives as if with a puppeteer's strings?
Some of us, we grew up hard. We were early exposed the base things that this world is built on: lies, deceptions, and the fact that people, as a whole, don't truly care at all about anyone other than themselves.
So we formed our shells. Our souls became calloused to the point of seeming irreedemability. They were unrecognizable, except to those who knew what to look for. For the most part, we acted normally; we smiled, we joked, and we lived our lives.
We never let anyone in, because to do so would show a weakness so fundamental that it would rock us to our cores. We formed pretenses - near-opaque facsimiles of healthy relationships.
And then, for some of us, the catalyst came along. The person whom, for some inexplicable reason, breaks down our hard-built barricades with ease. Our ramparts fall, our doors open.
And just as soon as the person completes their siege, they are gone. By choice or not, it doesn't matter. So tragically, the point at which you are ready to open your soul and try to see the world as a bright, happy, loving place - that is the point at which reality crashes back into its ruts.
How ironic...and how fitting.
If nothing else, we are jarringly reminded of why we built our defenses in the first place, and we start over again with a greater resolve.
Here I go, one brick at a time.
aggravated 
