If you think about it this way, all his silence took a different meaning.

It was guilt, embarrassment. Maybe once there was more, but now?

If you think about it this way, all this words took a different meaning.

There had never been proof anyway, there was only my interpretation. I never bargained for it to be wrong, but I guess time changes a lot of stuff. Time changes a lot of people too.

I still cry. Silently, alone. I suppose its a phase I have to go through, one I will leave behind one day.

I think its time to admit that, good as you are, you are not the right person for me.