When the Wall Walked Away I met you in a season when the sky felt wide enough to leap. You smiled.. and I mistook the feeling for fate. I crossed oceans in my chest, moved countries in my bones, thinking love was a bridge you build once and walk across together. But you were measuring the wood, tapping every nail, testing the ground beneath my feet as if I were a fault line waiting to split. Test after test... questions wrapped in doubt, silences shaped like verdicts. I stood still, hands open, offering proof I did not owe. At first, I called it caution. Then healing. Then patience. And I let it be heavy. I became your wall— thick, steady, 'unmoving'. You leaned. You pushed. You struck at shadows that wore my name. I took the lashing for storms I did not summon, for ghosts I did not create. I told myself love means holding the weight until her hands stop shaking. But somewhere between your last accusation and my last apology, I disappeared. You looked at me one day like I w...