I don't speak much, I don't show emotions. It doesn't mean that I don't see, it doesn't mean that I don't feel.
Side comments hurled at me so insensitively were casually shrugged off for I hate confrontations. But my silence doesn't mean I agree, it doesn't mean my acknowledgement. I just keep my mouth shut because I have learned that winning doesn't always mean defending yourself or making your point across. But callous words can cut too. There had been many times that these hurtful words made me weep, inside... quietly. If the goal was to break me, there, I have let the truth out. Your words were passageway to what your heart deeply contains. And that is how I know that we are not your cup of tea.