Every time a compassionate heart is broken into innumerate pieces, do you hear that shattering sound? Does that make you look over your shoulder in fear?
Probably not, because all you hear is plain silence. The silence of a tear rolling down, the silence of a heart left deserted and a soul once again deprived of love.
But my dear friend, be afraid, be very afraid of this illusion, for this silence is not silence at all. It encompasses a thousand screams that just haven’t reached your ears; a thousand cries that haven’t yet made you comprehend your brutal act.
This deadly silence will come to you, when you are lying wide awake in your bed contemplating the loneliness that engulfs you at midnight and when this silence lays down right beside you, you’ll know exactly how the feeling is when it touches your head with its cold fingers and puts you to sleep while your eyes closed with tears frozen in them.
And from that night, that very night, you’ll start dying a little on the inside every time you think of loving someone again.