When I start to have feelings for someone,
I fall hard.
The memory of them consumes my thoughts.
But then I remind myself of the hur,
the hurt that is possibe, maybe inevitable.
I will find something wrong they did,
even if it was small,
so small it was almost invisible,
and I use it.
It turns into anger,
anger turns into resentment,
resentment into hatred,
hatred turns into loss of friend.
The sheild I put up is strong.
Most of the time it keeps the hurt out.
But it also blocks the love.