It is difficult to hear a person ...
It is difficult to understand him correctly ...
To see in words the meaning that was invested in them, and not information passed through the prism of one's own experience.

I understand it's hard. I understand that words are always twofold. And sometimes the heart beats so feverishly because what has been said can become with equal probability both an eternal fairy tale and an endless nightmare...

But the worst option is silence...
When you stop that you don't need an explanation.
Although in reality it is not.
You're just afraid of an unwanted response and choose silence... And then you regret it.
You regret for a long time, desperately and wildly, because the realization that one word could change everything, as a rule, comes when it's too late to change anything ...

Never choose silence!
It will first stuff your soul with false hopes, and then it will stand at the edge of the cliff and admire how beautifully the shreds of your torn soul scatter in the wind...

Talk to each other until the moment comes when there is nothing left to say...