Silence speaks louder than words - it's a strange phrase but many people seem to agree. Even those who like to talk.
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As I sit here thinking about my past, there is only one thing that I can truly say I enjoyed...meeting Him. He had an amazing influence on me. I shouldn't have let Him but, hey, things happen!
I was only young when we met - maybe 17 at a push - but he was the ultimate older man. 22years old, or so I thought, but in reality He was older, a lot older. We met in the library, this I remember because nobody was supposed to be in there other than myself. I was working in the library and it was after 8pm. The library was shut off to the public but he managed to slip in without any notice from myself or the oher people leaving the building.
I had to finish an assessment for college so my boss let me stay behind to do it. As I sat down I heard a shuffling of clothes so went off to investigate clutching my ruler and A4 folder for protection. Ruler in hand I headed into the horror section (cliches anyone?), as I turned the corner - the horror section was pretty big and popular) He stood out from the shadows. He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I asked who He was but He never answered. I continued to question Him and still received no reply but instead of getting angry or anxious I was getting more calm and at peace with my surroundings. As we stood in silence everything became more clear and I learned more about Him and myself than ever before.
Silence is golden, it really is. Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise. As months went on we would go out and enjoy oursleves, still without talking. It was as though we just knew where to go and when to go.
Some people would say we were in love, others would say we were soulmates...but how could that be when he had no soul, he was unable to love but what we had could have broken that. It could have made him even more alive, but how can your imagination make something from an empty space?
In reality there was noone in the library that night excpet myself and my magination. My imagination created a lie that was so strong...so powerful that my heart and soul wanted to beleive.
They put me in a room alone for the past few month and He hasn't been to visit me for at least a month. They tell me I'm crazy, but I don't beleive that, not really. Maybe a little lonely but never crazy....anyway its time for my medication now, it helps me to forget him.
Silence speaks louder than words - remember that.