Because I like to believe that we have entered that one point of a stable relationship where the burden of silence is no longer awkward because we have gotten close enough to accept that our silence can be just as beautiful as any mindless small talk that we can think up. Also, I'm a socially inept dufus with no interesting stories to converse about. Also, I cry at night because I don't have a dad. Plus, I shower with socks on to prevent slipping only because the fear of slipping and cracking my head open as I lay there with no one to help me up terrifies me. I like you, okay? I just wish you could like me back. But I know you never will. And that saddens me. I'm dead inside.
