Oh, little silent friend, it is surprising how similar you and I are. We are both kept silent, hiding away from others. Yet it is odd how much life can changes so quickly. I never expected that I would trust anyone with my secrets, not even my sister who'd I call my closest friend. And now I have someone who holds the same secrets as you. Rarely do I speak to others, and even to those I speak to do I say much. Yet now I tell everything to another, someone I never imagined a relationship beyond a simple friend with. Odd, huh? I doubt you've ever had a similar relationship seeing how you are just a book. I pity you just as much as I envy you. Emotions are hard as well as necessary. Some days I wish I could just cast them away and carry on without the pain, yet I would never be happy without them. I guess that's life for you, you need the sorrows in order to be happy.
Well, I'll leave you be now, my quiet friend. I doubt you really want to hear me ramble on anymore.
