This wall will be broken down by the weekend. Not literally, but mentally. It's my wall. The wall I've kept up from people for so long. A damaged, old, wall. A wall that I tried to cover up pretending like what was underneath wasn't there anymore, even though the bottom layer was just as there as the top. Tomorrow I'll be meeting with a special person, and I'm spilling my guts out to him. Thank him, let him know how much he means to me, so everything I've ever wanted to say will be said. He has unknowingly inspired me to say some things to the people who mean the most. The people who have really been there, to thank them for being a brick in my wall, or even a minuscule piece of sand mixed within the mortar. Even if I don't build everything up right away, this wall will be completely demolished by the end of the week. I'll have said what I need to, and be ready to hurt, and cry, and mourn, but I'll do it the correct way. And I'll hurt until I'm ready to clean up the debris, and move forward. To begin building a new wall. A stronger, more steadfast wall.
