There was a wall. A wall that we all love to build around us but pretend there exists none. But the two of them knew. They built it with mutual consent and never talked about it. In fact they hardly talked about anything of significance. It was a wall of words that had been exchanged, the emotions that had been on display. Knowingly to one and unknowingly to the other, it was in the aftermath of all that she had said; the wall began to appear, little by little, day after day. All the words that she sent and he didn’t pick, kept falling unheard of until there were so many of them that a wall could be built out of it. She was right, so was he. She was human so was he. She was aware, he was not. They each had a pet and pampered they were. In the study of human behavior, the mind scientists called it ego.