Silence.
Sometimes I feel I don’t really want to talk to people. I don’t know if it’s good or bad. I just know sometimes I don’t want to. I guess I’m a bit antisocial. It doesn’t mean I don’t feel good with other people’s company. I just don’t know what to say.
It happens even when I am with my blue eyes…
(in fact, some sort of greenish blue, and God, they looked so beautiful yesterday when we were walking together under the sun)
…though it doesn’t mean I’m not feeling happy or comfortable. I wouldn’t want him to think that I’m bored, or that I’m not interested in what he’s saying. I love listening to him, talking to him. But sometimes I don’t know what to say. Maybe it’s because of the language as well. Sometimes I don’t know how to say what I would like to say. But it’s not only because of that, because it also happens when I’m with people who speak my own language.
I was thinking about that today. I believe I wasn’t this way before. What’s happened?
i know what you mean, i can do things on my own, quite like my own company, stressful times i need a quiet ear - just someone that will maybe care.
that's the hardest bit 
However just the best thing ever being with someone, that knows you inside/out, good and bad, they knowing that words are incidental - it's the love and the feeling between the two.
however it's finding that someone
now that to me is happiness