IN every fairytale, in every story, and even in real life, there is always the bad guy. You know, the one that everyone hates, the one who's story nobody would ever know. The one who has had it bad. Real bad. and in my case the one I love....
I've always said that everyone has their own little "House". Their own domain where they have the right to be themselves. Where the furniture is made of our deepest thoughts and our secrets are hanging from the walls. This little House is like your heartbeat, your mind, your past and future. Your trust, love, emotions- It's who you are. Although it does not make sense to everyone, he knew exaclty what I meant.
Whoever you let in your House, is obviously up to you, although you don't keep watch over the door. It's for them to descide whether they can handle it or not. Whether they are brave enough, or not. And whether they will accept you, for you, after they have been in every room.
I took a gamble shot and slowly opened the door.
There was nobody.
Pehaps they all had second thoughts when they saw the "Enter At Own Risk" sighn outside.
I went on and fell inlove with every detail in every room. Eventhough there was still no one in sight, I felt welcomed. I felt like maybe, just maybe, I belong.
While I keep on exploring his beautiful house, I long for another secret passage, another door to open. Even if there is nothing left for me to see or discover, I'll stay here forever. Because his house, is now my home.
Behind evey man, there is a story.
A prince,waiting to show you his castle.
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