Why?

I rarely say what I mean. I don’t even know why I do it, but I do. When I do say something I mean, and I am misunderstood or ignored or otherwise annoyed by the response, I tend to withdraw. I guess it’s just easier. That’s probably why I write. I...

I don’t know why

I have been writing to you for almost a year now, but only once or twice have you received my words. I don’t know what happened exactly back then, but I have missed you. Knowing me, you, like I, can’t understand why I don’t have the guts to just tell...