Chosen silence.

We are all learning, stumbling but learning with every step of life.

We understand failures and sufferings, triumph and pride.

Is it me, who have become bitter and resentful and immensely selfish?

I can imagine a dozen Perfect Friends in my life, but what is the use? You probably could imagine a dozen More Perfect Friends too.

At the end of the day, we are who we are. Because, love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image... otherwise, we love only the reflection of our idealism we find in them.

My silence in chosen, simply, just simply, because I love you so.