I've learned the art of silence from the cold and eerie blows of wind under the heat of summer, from the still and calm water of my bathtub that touches my whole body and cleansed my soul. And from the mouth of my mother when he chose not to speak and argue with my father.
I've learned to love the solitude from those nights when moon was clouded and the stars are barely showing up, when I had no one. From those days when I chose to stay at my room because the murmurs and whispers of somebody outside were too loud. And from those times when I had to go home alone because my friends needed to attend some urgent meetings, or just because they are with their other friends whom I really didn't know about.
I've learned that something bitter or indifference will always come after joy from tasting the small white grains lookalike to make a coffee, only to found out that those were salts and not sugar. From watching a romance movie where both of the characters are healthy and kicking, really love each other through thick and thin, gave me hope, but when I reach the ending, it was tragic and they both died. And from breaking up with the guy whom I really thought as my soul mate, my definition of love, and the one I'd spend my life with.
And the list goes on.
