RESHARE:Wow, what a thing to say. I love you +Ted Ewen! :D
In my case, I had a keep that I built.
First there was the Tower, where I stood, alone.Then there was a Ring-Wall. And another. And another.
Most people never made it inside the first gate, but some did. Of those just a few got through the second.A few of those actually made it to the base of the Tower itself.
Only two made it inside.
Both threw me from the Tower.
Once they were out of my life, I repaired the Tower, strengthened the Walls and added a Moat.
No one got in. Not even past the first Gate. No one.
I came to mostly enjoy the isolation. I could stand at the top of the Tower and enjoy the view across the battlements, isolated and well removed from the seething mass of people outside.
One day I decided to move the Keep and it's walls. I put it on my back, stone by stone until I bore the immensity of its entire weight and I moved to Europe.
I rebuilt it in the Netherlands, and led the life of an illiterate illegal alien (though it turns out I wasnt illegal after all). Though I'd brought all the pieces and put them together properly, the re-build wasn't impervious as the one I'd started with had been.
People started finding their way in, or perhaps I had just forgotten to lock that outer Gate. They milled around the first and second Gates, but the last Gate and the Keep were secure. As ever I stood at the top of the Keep and watched. Sometimes even having conversations with the nearest.
The life of an illegal immigrant is not an easy one and being illiterate really didn't help (Nederlands you are my nemesis! Danish too ;) so, once again, I broke the whole thing down , loaded it all on my back,, and went to the UK.
I didn't really know anyone there and I was very careful when I reconstructed my Keep and Walls. I would go out to the first wall from time to time, just to see if there was anyone new to talk to. As the months passed, I tested the defenses and reinforced some weak spots. It was, if anything, more secure than the original. No one got in, but I enjoyed some of the conversations across the first Wall.
One day, as I stood at the top of the Keep, I heard a feminine voice say from close beside me: You have a wonderful view here. A fine Keep and walls indeed! You can see forever and no one can get in. Do you mind if I stand here with you and enjoy the view? I won't bother you, promise.
Wha...What? How did she get in? I checked every stone, every join, every lock and latch. There was no way she could have got in. Yet when I returned to the Keep, there she was: Beautiful, intelligent, caring, giving, loving, patient and understanding. Eyes to melt the soul and a lovely accent to boot. Ok. I guess she can stay...for now. Just until the inevitable happens and she tries to throw me from the Keep, of course.
Time passed. We moved to Exeter and then to York. I strengthened the walls. Finally I added a Great Ring Wall quite far from the keep. No one even got close anymore. I came to realise that she was as broken as I in her own way.
We helped each other to heal and to grow. We accepted each other for who we were. We never demanded change but we always supported it. We never required more of the other than they felt ready to give but inspired in each other the desire to give more. Best of all, she didn't try to make me tear down the walls. For the first time in our lives, we were with someone who both knew and understood us but loved us nonetheless.
We fit. We compliment each other. We could spend a day in each other's quiet company and not feel we had to fill the space with noise but could take comfort in each others presence.
Almost fifteen years later, we've moved the battlements one last time, to Denmark. The walls aren't as strong here, and we've added an intercom: Google+. We have found friends and kindred spirits here, and this is good. Plus: people with an off-switch. Hermit Win!
Fifteen years later, she still hasn't tried to throw me from the top of the Keep.
I am rounder, and greyer, and more set in my ways than ever.I can be crochety and difficult to live with. In spite of all that, the one constant in that time has been +Niamh Brown's love, tolerance and patience for me, and mine for her.
Love you, +Niamh Brown
(Thanks to +Jabari Philip
for the initial share and to +Amelia Sides
for bringing it to my attention and thereby inspiring me to write :D)