There was silence, deep meaningless silence.
I didn't want to talk to you because you placed me in a situation I hated.
That night started it all. That text message started it all.
I felt bad how you treated the message.
And you put me in that situation where I regret.
Weeks have passed and still there was silence.
I wondered if you didn't notice because you kept your own.
You lived your own.
I was beginning to accept the possibility that this would be how it ends, how it should end.
But I tried to wait.
Now we're here, not knowing where to stand. Confused.
I've broken the silence, and so have you.
But something is still missing.
I'm here waiting.