She is so lost in her sadness that she has no idea how visible it is.
They donโt have silences together; they have noise. Mostly his.
There is the sudden. There is the eventual. And in between, there is the living.
With some break-ups, all you can think about afterwards is how badly it ended and how much the other person hurt you. With others, you become sentimental for the good times and lose track of what went wrong.
So I said I wanted you to stay, even though nothing could stay the same.
Because that's the thing about mean people: They make you think that the world will never work, that there are divides that you will fall into if you approach. It takes a whole lot of good people to fill in the breach created by a single mean one.