I can’t let you go now. I want to go places with you; obscure little places, just to be able to say: here I came with her.

I don't want to tell you that i am keeping my hair just for you, i couldn't.

I don't want to tell you that i miss sex but i miss you even more, i couldn't.

I don't want to tell you that it was my birthday, i couldn't and now that you were upset and that i remember last year when we were together.

I am just not that kind of gal that shout about stuff all the time.