My heart flutters and bangs its way throughout my body. 

Adrenaline courses through my veins and your hands trace it out of my skin. 

Hot breath in my mouth and out yours.

Words try and claw their way out but just sound like a rattle of encouragement. 

Your eyes meet mine. 

They melt. 

Is that affection? 

Too fickle. 

Too predictable. 

Gone before I know it. 

I grab the door and close it tight with a bang. 

No one can be let in. Breaches are bad. Breaches cause fire. Fire destroys. 

You're knocking, holdng a suitcase busting at the seams. 

I hate myself for the hot tears on my face. 

Weakness isn't an option here. The fortress has to stay locked. 

Suddenly you freeze. 

Your eyes try to meet mine but the door is locked remember? 

I punch at the door. I claw and kick and scream until my knuckles are raw. 

But it's steadfast. 

But that was then. 

This is now. 

The door is open and instead of hot tears I feel a warm embrace. 

Arms envelope me. 

Your skin is slippery with my old tears as your lips rest in my hair. 

You trace lines on my back until the fear that was once coiled up tight inside of my chest loosens. 

Weakness is our only option. 

Because together we make each other stronger. 

I fill in the gaps you had no hope of closing and you dry the tears I can't stop crying. 

The Fortress has fallen. 

And if I were the old me I would be scared shitless. 

But that was then. 

And this is the perfect, fantatic, wouldn't trade it for the world, now.