The silence that divides a smile and an approaching goodbye; a dagger that slowly cuts me inside, day after day, night after night, as though a time bomb, ready to explode anytime and bring me to hell, a nightmare that continues even when I'm awake. That silence; the song you composed to torture me. That silence; a small piece of heaven, reminding me that you're still mine even when there is a possibility of losing you in the end.
