Written feelings

Between us there lay only written feelings. Never told, never admitted aloud. As if their sound would make them lose their value. Or maybe I was afraid they'd sound pathetic, once I set them free. And you never tried to make me overcome this fear. I guess you were more frightened than me. Not because they'd surprise you, but because you knew they'd awake no echo in you and your silence would choke me. Moreover, they'd become part of the air, of the sound, of the entire world, not only mine, who have long kept and nourished them with what I had thought it was behind your silence...