There are certain kinds of silence that make you walk on air.
She couldn't remember the last time she hugged someone, really hugged someone.
what you don't know, you don't miss
Life has a way of getting what it wants when it really knows what it wants.
Nothing is never nothing. It's always something.
She would make facial expressions as though she were having conversations with people in her head.They seemed to turn into debates more often than not,judging by the activity on her forehead...It was almost the conversations in her head were loud enough to fill her silence.