Much harder to define. There are people around you. There’s family, there’s friends, there’s life. But somehow you don’t feel like you’re truly connected to anyone. It’s as if there’s a glass wall between you and everyone else: you see everything, you hear everything, but you realize nothing.
The second house appears to those who lack a true and deep human connection. It’s not about having someone to go to dinner with. It’s not about having someone to talk to you.
Send a text in the evening. It’s about having someone you don’t have to put on a show for. Someone you can be tired, ugly, insecure, scared around—and who won’t love you any less for it.
Maybe it’s because in recent years you’ve learned to hide. You’ve learned to always pretend to be okay because you once showed someone your true self and they didn’t take it well. Since then, you’ve always been cautious. You only let them get close enough to avoid hurting you.
