I tended not to feel things.
For a long time, I was good at it - good at feeling absolutely nothing.
I didn't even have to try.
I just... didn't.
Being with her had started to make me feel things.
She made me feel things.
And I didn't like it at all.
I was never her protector. She was never mine.
That was the day I realized that silence is really loud. Deafening.
When you have silence, it's difficult to keep stuff out. It's all there and you can't get rid of it.
For a long time, I was good at it - good at feeling absolutely nothing.
I didn't even have to try.
I just... didn't.
Being with her had started to make me feel things.
She made me feel things.
And I didn't like it at all.
I was never her protector. She was never mine.
That was the day I realized that silence is really loud. Deafening.
When you have silence, it's difficult to keep stuff out. It's all there and you can't get rid of it.
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