Erm yeh sorry... I know this is really short and it is most definitely not my best writing, but this is what happened when I was writing and listening to the Quiet, and I just wanted to upload it...But all the same I hope you enjoy! -G
Anything hurts less then the quiet.
Visiting family friends in America. That's where Dan was. At least, that's where and said he was. And of course I trust Dan. It's just, his YouTube, Tumblr, Twitter, and Instagram were all active, and yet he had replied to none of my texts, calls, nothing. Really the tipping point, though, when I really truly started freaking out, was probably one and a half weeks into the silence. This was also one and a half weeks before Dan came home. It was when I was listening to music and thinking. And as I was thinking, I started to think, what if Dan doesn't come back? And here I am now, waiting at the airport, wondering the same thing. Except Dan is here now. He walks over to me. She doesn't put forward an explanation. I hug him. But I don't ask. I don't say anything. And I won't. Not for three weeks. I know he'll beg me to let him explain. To say anything. I will always love Dan, as a friend, and maybe at some point more that. But before I let him explain, he has to know what he put me through. To experience it first realize that anything hurts less than the quiet.
So idek what that was but... yeah thanks for reading! Adios! -G