Most of the times when we get hurt, we shut off. No way will the world get to know I am hurt. Not because I am strong..but because I am so weak to accept that someone has the power to hurt me, to pinch me, to unintentionally or intentionally hurt my fragile, over sensitive heart.
I say – never give that power to someone. But then, we get close to people. Closer to a few… and closest to one. These are the ones who are most probable to meet that part of you that you hide so well from the world.
“Are you ok?”
“I am fine.”
These people would know you’re not fine. And I still don’t know if that’s a blessing.
For I am a little too arrogant to accept that anyone in the world has the power to hurt me. I am still closed, I am still not ready to accept that love is unconditional. I am still cynical. I am still protecting myself.
But afraid I am fuckin unsafe now.
A very human, human being. 
Everyone is so fucking unsafe that ways.
I will never ever let that person know that he had hurt me like nobody ever did. Call it ego, pride whatever but no he will never know that he had power to hurt me this badly
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can understand that.
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