quiet now.

hello,
i hear you.
But somehow when I speak to you like there's an invisible war, I mean wall.
Don't you think?
I think we both know there's something gravely wrong,
but it doesn't seem like anyone is going to do anything.

Its awkward,
all these silent grudges.
Its painful too.

All these lonely nights,
all these independent moves.
Each time I surmount something,
I grow stronger and think I can really be alone.
That I don't need you around as much as I used to.

I don't want this you know.
I just don't know what's happening either.
I think what I really want to tell you,
somehow,
its that I know next two months is crucial.
It's like the make it or break it period.
You understand?