Since You Asked...

With the tools of expectation, you built your life in a box, erecting walls within walls of self-centered protection. (knee-jerk reactions to the gamesmanship of adulthood). You built a maze, and lived with an angled sense of security, a myriad of corners, in which to hide from reason and common sense; you built from frustrations, from the idiosyncrasies of personality that expected too much from strangers, and not enough from yourself and those you loved. You left your happiness to others; and yourself, no way out but to look in another's eyes and be real. I don't know where we go from here.