The older I get, the more guarded I become.
I think it's inevitable that, over time, we become more wary of sharing our heart and allowing ourselves to be vulnerable.
The caged heart has sustained some damage. My grimly determined Victorian avatar has opted to place her heart carefully under guard.
She can't risk letting herself be harmed again.
Her heart just couldn't take it. Another injury and her heart might break beyond repair.
But, just because you are determined to protect yourself, doesn't mean that someone might not try to breach your defenses...
Pardon the overly phallic symbolism, but our guarded Victorian lady just might have to weigh her options....
Is he worth the risk?