Taste my soul, drink my heart...

I love silence. I find it to be holy and pure and it draws us together. Because only those who are truly comfortable with each other can sit without speaking and still feel content. It takes a lifetime to learn for most. But those who sit silently and watch the world around us can understand the true meaning of silence, and how pure it really is. In the beginning there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it's in the middle where all the emotions reside and make silence worth everything in the world...

"I don't want to lose you" my voice almost a whisper. She took my hand and squeezed it, then reluctantly let go. She could feel her tears again, but she fought them back. "But you don't want to keep me either, do you?" To that I had no response. The silence said it all...

As bad as everything was, I learned something about myself, in fact I learned a lot. It could have been worse, a lot worse, but for me, it was all I could have handled at the time. It overwhelmed logic and common sense. Why did I do it? And more importantly, would I do it again? It was I, you see, who ended it, and to this very day, to this very moment, I still don't know why...