Overtime and extended hours for the little soldiers that protect my heart.

“I had confronted my ghost. I had accepted and released him. But now I was more haunted than ever. Because what I felt out there was no ghost. It was real.” -Carrie Bradshaw

I screwed up. Big. I let my walls down and allowed vulnerability then scared the shit out of "recent crush" who I really need to give a different name because, well, come on.

He isn't my crush anymore, well not really. He is however supposedly my friend. I told him some personal things that were going on in my world, and he let me in to a bit of his stuff and then I did it.
I overstepped. I can be such an asshole. I asked the girls name...I swear it was innocent. Really.
I had told him my person's name and I don't know I guess I just wanted to put a name to the situation and BLAM! I smacked my face cold into a wall. The response was " Sorry, I just can't tell you that"
My ego was crushed. Didn't he trust me? Damn. Why had I just revealed my shit to the man who didn't even trust me. So the little men in my heart worked a little overtime last night replacing the walls. 

You should know that they are back up and back on full protection duty. Note to self: Don't go being all vulnerable and shit with someone who doesn't quite deserve it yet. 

Sigh.