There are thousands words I want to say. I can feel them in my tongue, ready to slip out of my mouth at any time but I just couldn’t let myself speak.
How did we become strangers?
It’s painful that we sit side by side yet none of us utter a word. Not that we used to talk a lot. At least before there was a comfortable silence but this silence is suffocating and I feel like counting the time until you would turn and leave.
Then again, maybe it’s for the best that I didn’t say a word. Just like you did. What are we trying to prove anyway? What’s there to keep us?
And so before you do, I’ll leave. Maybe for real this time because the more I stay the more words piled up, all the unsaid words.