A number of times I've met a lady broken, heart curled up and locked in a castle never to be open until the King arrives.
Gullible me thinks I can play the hero like a male version of Wonder Woman- A Wondie Man. I went ahead, piece after piece I broke down those brick walls hiding her heart from the light of love I bring, I found weeds of doubt and fear in her castle and I swiftly removed them. I felt proud of myself - Wondie Man is here!
I planted flowers of trust and comfort to replace the weeds I met, and I think that was where I lost it.
She trusted me so much and felt so comfortable and I thought I've won her, the solid bricks are no more, the weeds are no more, her heart is open to the light, ready for love - but not the light that I brought.
I gave her enough stability, trust, care and attention and I met myself in that zone again - that zone all men dreads - a zone that has no return -no remedy - I despise calling it out, but we all know it. I fell into that zone - The End Of Wondie Man the hero!
Have I been too nice? I played myself! All the care,attention and comfort made me her friend, a very good friend. She was in need, and I was a friend indeed.
It now dawned on me that the light I brought along was used to light up her castle in await of the King, I cleared the weeds, planted the flowers and freed her heart, but the Queen wasn't to be mine as much as I wanted it.
The King came along and I was nothing but John The Baptist preceding the arrival of The Saviour. I was acknowledged as a good worker - now I'm a labourer, I'm a Slave! So Sad !
I wanted those three magical words out of her mouth - three words came out, but they were far from magical they were heartbreaking. I listened with rapt attention when she uttered them - You're My Friend.
So Jane, it's since then that I feared attempting to break down any castle, I want to be King! - Not Slave.
And maybe you don't know, everyone has been broken at one time or the other, so I admonish you to leave your balcony and bring down your walls and come into the world.
This world is actually nothing but a place full of heartbroken people -no one is exempted -we're all exes of someone loving someone else's ex.