let lemons be angry

I realise that although i never lied, i wasn't always honest. (But at least i was considerate and kind enough to hide some truth.)

I used to write every happy and sad thing on this blog because i didn't know the power of silence. I rambled naively. And yet Rudd's blog, with its few ambiguous sentences, was endlessly more mysterious. Every word she wrote was a clue, a stingy piece of string that burned me with wild imagined things about their lives. Her silence left me guessing. Isn't it so? Someone says much more when he is suddenly silent, than when he speaks just enough words. I'm learning the art, slowly but diligently. To me, silence was always a nemesis and weakness, but now it will be my strength. If you want me back, you're gonna have to ask nicer than that.

And suddenly, she smiles. Why why why?