Not saying anything. Making words your actions. Making the mysterious underlining reasons, intentions become a long term riddle. Afraid to find out the answer. Answers that you might not like, or might like. Answers that just might get you even more confused. Thinking more. Will it ruin it? Will it progress it? Will it make it better? Most know the answers, but do they tell?
I won’t be your John Cusack, holding a ghetto blaster over my head, blasting Gabriel, letting you hear what I’m feeling while standing outside of your house on a weekend morning. I’d rather live with those unheard phrases, the unspoken truths. For some reason, those seem to be better than saying something. So don’t say anything. Don’t say anything. Let’s just keep on enjoying each other and wondering what the answer will be.
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