I used to believe that it was great being so comfortable with someone that even when you're with him, and it's silent, it's ok.
But now I dread it.
Silence now means that he's too tired to talk to me. Silence means he's not interested in the conversation. Silence means his mind is elsewhere. Silence means that he's sleeping even though I traveled over an hour to see him. Silence means he shushed me so he could hear the tv.
I just want to talk to you. I want to hear your voice, the voice that comforted me when I was happy, angry, bored, or upset. The voice that got rid of my loneliness. The voice that I fell in love with. Out of all the billions of voices in the world, I just want to hear yours.
So.. why aren't you talking to me?