Why is it always the smallest things that tear us down?

remember the girl who was dizzy with bliss, who told you that she would consider holding on? and now the hands that held hers that night are so familiar already, no doubt equally warm. different feeling from the first time they touched though. the heart pounding, adrenaline commanding type of excitement has been replaced by the fuzzy, soothing, blissful type of comfort. and she likes it. because it's a different kind of excitement now, you know those kind of innocent excitement you experience in anticipation of seeing the world after being deprived of light for 10 years? yes that's what overwhelms her each time she's headed down to meet him. and she was so afraid of letting those walls tumble down after trying so hard to erect them in protection of her wounded soul, but now, she realizes that had she been so stubborn in wanting to turn her scarred heart into stone, she would have let the essence of her entire life slip by.