we didnt talk today- will we ever talk again?

we didn't talk today. Will we ever talk again? Or will you hold the garage deep down inside and nothing will be the same again between us. I hope that never happens. I hope we can look past last night. Last night was just a living hell and I walked straight into it. Now, it seems like I can't stop moving it. Not talking to you is like trying to stick to magnets that are on different polar sides, together. you try so hard to stick them together but you just can't. Strong magnets never want to go together. We are both strong magnets. I hope we talk again, that's my favorite part of the day. Talking to you, hearing your voice, seeing your smile. That's my day wrapped up in one short minute. One short second. I never want this to end, when you talk that's what I think. I never want this to end. And now, it won't even start. I lay here in my bed crying because I feel like I will never hear your voice again. I will never hear your soft, calming voice. It will not ring in my ears anymore for the minutes, or the hours afterwards. You always seem like the calmest, most wisest person when you talked. You had that confidence in your voice like the confidence in your step. I never had the confidence really, I just talk too much. I talk too much, it loses meaning. You were always the shy ones so when you talked all the conference came out in one short sentence. One short word. Three words that you never said to me and now, you'll probably never say to me. I love you. Those words will never come from your mouth directed at me. I know that for a fact. Now, that I've walked through hell, lived through hell, experienced hell, I will never be the same again. I put myself through hell. I kind of blamed you at first, and then I realized it was all just me. I should have left it where it was. You, getting mad and, me, I should have just walked away right then but, as you know, I talk too much and now we will never talk again. I want to talk. But you don't. So we don't. Because if one person doesn't want to talk to me, and that person is one of the most important people of my life, there is no life to me anymore. I have no interaction anymore. I feed off of other people's enjoyment and their words, and their kindness. And when you take it all from me. Or when I don't have those things, those people in my life, I have no more life. We don't talk anymore, I wish we did, but we don't.