Silence was never meant for long conversations with confessions and repeated confessions. When it is too quiet and you're lying on the bed and he says how beautiful you are, instinctively you hear more than that. It's the silence. It beckons a sort of loyalty which you would otherwise be nonchalant towards. The fan was buzzing quietly in its corner. I sat there and listened to the quiet.
What changes everything changes nothing.
Days with 8am class and the weather decides to be crazy, you either sleep or fight the temptation and go school.
Today, i chose the latter. Am good. (:
Am off to sleep.
Byebye!
