After a while she began to think. Maybe she was a defensive woman. Maybe, just maybe, she had let all the pain in the past create a difficult wall. Perhaps the wall was more difficult to climb for those that loved her after all, and maybe it was time to tear it down and begin designing a new one. She realized maybe she didn’t have to act so hard and have so many rose bushes in front of the wall she built. It could be a simple brick wall that she could rely on, but that wasn’t quite as tall and treacherous as the first. If she did it different this time around she could create a wall that made sure every time she fell on her ass the rest of her world didn’t have to come along with her. And then it hit her like the bag of bricks she needed anyway — it was time to simplify.