There’s some bliss in it, too.
There is silence between us now.
There never used to be.
And all I asked you was, “Why won’t you ever let me all the way in?”
Yet, you didn’t reply. Maybe you did, in a way, with silence, with nothing but ignorance.
Despite it all, I’ll still hold on. Hold on until you yank me away. Until you tell me it’s done, that it’s never going to lead to a “forever”.
It’s all speculation, I know. But I know you’re not that cruel. Cruel in certain ways, yes.
But why would you choose to stay now?
Perhaps the answer to this is what could finally make sense of your sudden silences, the ones that come and go, leaving me here, wondering.