the silence between me & him.

i dont remember when.
but i remember how hurting it is to see him not talking to me.

jealousy,
when he could talk, joke and even mock everyone else.
but me.

reminiscing,
the times where you said silly jokes.
yet, i was laughing so hard.

& if you are wondering who's him.
he's none other than my, DAD!

i guess he will be my greatest regret if we continue the cold war.

mum said we both have the same temper.
but i said, i talked, he ignored.

so?

forget it.
i guess there is no point to rant about things that have no ending even after ranting.


sometimes, you dont realise.
but silence itself can cut you deeper
than constant quarreling.