Maybe, we lost the joy of talking because we have no unknown stories to tell anymore, no unseen colors to show, and no more secrets to reveal.
Maybe, we have reached the limit of the days that the universe had given us, the maximum range of words we can say to each other, and the level of sweetness our bellies can only digest.
Or maybe, you don't want me anymore. You just don't have the courage to say it to my face and resorted on showing me through your actions.
Maybe, my maybes are truths. Truths that are already set on the table when I wake up and all I have to do now is swallow everything and force my stomach to accept it.
- Christine Tanay