There are some words that I just can't say. I can think it, and while it's sad, I can understand and process it just just fine -- but once the particular words escape it's real, and you can't take it back.
That's when my eyes fill up with tears. And I know that, despite everyone's assurances, crying is a sign of weakness. But I'm not fond of showing weakness. So I'm not going to cry -- at least not in front of anyone. Which means that I'm not going to talk about it, at least not now.
This is how I cope.
It may be quiet here for a while.