We feel like this because of the ties we have to eachother’s hearts and minds. The bond two people can have can be much more than even themselves can understand. Do you not think that I myself have not been feeling the same way too and in the same time. But only now do I silence my tongue. Time and time again I have stopped short of thoughts so that I do not disrupt your present. Since last I saw you, for that brief moment, I have not been the one to lash out…It has been you. I fault you not as you are the keeper of your own feelings. I have no claim to them. All I know to do is absorb the anger you have towards me then turn up my radio. I must “take it” as my penance for any wrong doing I ever bestowed upon you. My external display shows not my internal sorrow and mourning. I will not allow the outside world to bask in my sullenness. How strange it is though that I welcome any form of communication from you, no matter how sharp tongued. I delight in the receipt, but grieve the afterthought. Yet you write and I continue to read…Time and time again…

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