I've noticed something about you. You get quieter when it matters. You can be confident. Clever. Have an answer for everything. But when something actually gets to you? You change. Your voice gets softer. Your timing changes. Sometimes you don't answer me immediately. And I've started recognizing that silence. It doesn't feel empty anymore. It feels full. Like there are five things you could say... and you're deciding which one you're brave enough to give me. Maybe that's why I've stopped wanting to fill the silence. Maybe I want to stay there with you for a little while. Because apparently... you aren't the only one who gets quieter when it matters. And maybe that's how we'll know. When neither one of us knows what to say next... but neither one of us wants to leave. — Thalia Lux