Last night, when we got in bed, she didn't look at me; she just turned on her side, turned off the lamp beside her and said 'Night'. I remember when she would rest her head on my chest, wrap her arms around my waist and ask me a random question and we would spend all night talking about it. But now, she is the first to fall asleep and I am left with the lingering thoughts and the emptiness eating away at my heart slowly as if it's savouring the taste. It is better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to open one's mouth and remove all doubt. ~Mark Twain
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