Silence is beautiful, not awkward. The human tendency to be afraid of something beautiful is awkward.
I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.
Dear “Friend” - Part I
And slowly you killed me inside and took away any hope and dreams I had. Made me a corrupted soul and in my soul, love doesn’t exist unless it is materialistic and crude. You made me love myself as you showed me no one else ever would.