she's not talking to me or I'm not talking to her no-one can remember how or when it started but it's been going on so long one of us must be right or both of us are wrong. apparently, we can't be in a room together the silence is too painful, everyone feels it - a silence like a knife that jerks inside of you - maybe she really loves me and I love her but we'll never ever know until one of us dies because we're just not speaking to each other.