There are some things that you keep inside, that you cannot tell anyone. That's the way it has always been for me and that is the way it always has to be. When something is happening in your life that is bad, you sometimes cannot tell people. Some people you don't tell because you are protective of them and you don't want them to know, because you don't want them to feel sorry for you or pity you. So you stay silent. Recently this happened to me, I had a choice to tell someone something I hadn't really told properly the last time we spoke. But I realised that at the end of the day, I didn't want this person's pity, nor did I want them to know what I was going through so I decided yet again not to say anything. My small moments with this person were like jewels in a desert and I wanted those moments to be as happy as they could be.
So in other moments you might cry and you might suffer but when you speak to this one person you try to be light. You try to give beauty to them and forget the ugliness of the things you cannot speak of.
