It started out as a pebble, an inconsequential thing that wouldn't even cause one to trip as they walked with ease across the space. They fell into each other easily and love blossomed the way it always does. It didn't matter that the pebble was chipped off of something much bigger- neither of them were looking, neither of them sought to see.
As more stones were added, no alarms were raised. Everyone carries something with them, everyone is weighed down by something. Here was the place to unburden, to stop bearing the load, to let go. But the stones were collecting, even then.
Over time, habits developed, as they always do. A thought or idea not expressed, another stone added. A feeling strongly felt but denied, another stone added. Fears and potential disasters holding back the lovers- stone, stone, stone.
But there was still love there. And the barrier wasn't thick enough to block out their voices, it could not prevent their touch. They reached each other, still. And they loved deeply.
Neither one noticed as the wall was built through large and small interactions, through words unspoken and feelings stifled, through hurts and injuries and exhausted options. Neither one dared to label the difficulty in reaching through, the impossibility of maintaining contact. Neither one was willing to say that they couldn't see.
And everyday life went on. Without destruction, without change. Ignorance is bliss, as they say. But day after day, the patterns repeated themselves. Day after day, the wall grew.
They it hit on in a surprise battle, erupting over the slightest push to the now firm tower of stone between them. A touch and it's extent was realized, it's mass registered. But they couldn't allow themselves to see, couldn't confront the reality. Too many stones, too long, too tall, too impenetrable. Best to leave it be, better to pretend.
The next eruption was sudden and violent- a full-on sprint against the wall and fast, painful recoil. There were serious injuries- broken bones, bloody limbs, egos on life support and confusion all around. How had such a huge barrier gotten between them? How long had it been there? Could they break through?
They yelled to each other over the towering height of the wall and their answers were muffled and faded by the time they reached the bottom. Their anger intensified and attacks were launched on both sides. They threw more stones at the wall, trying to break through. They scratched and clawed at the surface, trying to find a crack they deepen. The screamed in frustration and beat their fists against the surface, desperate to be heard, to be seen, to be reached.
But the wall was old, older than either could ever allow themselves to admit, and it's barrier stood fast. Words unspoken are powerful blocks to build upon.
In the end, both sat on wither side- exhausted, spent. Their energy drained, their spirits defeated. Eventually, they would pick themselves up and walk off- away from the wall and the person on the other side. They would tell stories of their isolation, their attempts to break through, their failure. They would cry and rage and finally drop. And then, one day, they would go looking for another lover- careful to avoid any stones.