Before: Sacred, fragile, tiny, triangle of feelings. Love, hate and everything in between folded elegantly to ideal perfection. Kept up to its quality. Never a emotion or action out of place. Every nik and cranny tucked safely within another.
After: The divine walls of secrecy were damaged. Almost to the point of non existence. All the gears to make it function whacked out of sort. Mending everything back together seems impossible. Insanity runs through the unwired circuits.
You peeked into my triangle. Dissected everything it was worth. Collected the needs and wants of your choice. Poor helpless me in your way. God help me!