I've realised that you've got to know me pretty well before you realise that I'm not as reserved as I seem. Or rather, I do tend to be rather quiet at times, and don't say much, but that's because when I'm with the ones I care a lot about, I find it a lot harder to say what I want to say. Sometimes, the more you get to know me, the weirder I act. Or the more constrained I feel because I feel that you expect certain things of me and can't imagine me doing anything else. But I digress.

What I meant to write was that sometimes, I say very little. And yet, I say a lot. It's amazing how the short phrases that come out of my mouth can come attached with so much meaning... like how "he's... interesting" (complete with short pause in the middle) really means "he's a little strange, not that good-looking and so not my type." And more recently, how "I miss you" means that, as well as "I really really wish you were here with me right now" and "I love you" and "I don't know what to do without you."

Sigh.