Eventually we have nothing to say to each other. Silence. But this kind of silence isn't peaceful. There's a sense of awkwardness here. You're at the driver's seat, driving - an excuse to be silent. I'm here, typing all these, avoiding you.

What a drastic change. You never asked about my day anymore. We speak less and less each day. Your answers to my questions never go more than 3 syllables. "I'm tired" you always say. I'll just smile and listen. "I'm tired" I say, you said "who's not!?"

You know what? I'm tired. - because of you.
The break of the silence will be another series of quarrels. I can only confide into this quietness.

Let this silence continue. Let this awkwardness seep into the night and end there. For tomorrow we will run the same sequence of fights and exchange of spites. Are you happy? With this lifestyle? I can't wait to leave.

I enjoy the silence of a good company. Not that of a cold war.