Suppression...

It's all well and good. To repress the innate feelings that we feel in the heat of the moment. The overwhelming sense of loneliness permeates the air around me. Playful banter inevitably turns to musings of hopes dashed, of lovelorn souls and faded dreams.

All is quiet at the front.

Hidden meanings, subtle hints and innocuous looks. Perception and reception. His presence lifts your spirit - His silence marks your despair. Could he not have known? Lies and half-truths. The constant jibes and provocation. We're not at all the most intuitive of people.

Make it known.