Because we can't talk

"...so in lieu of talking, I'm writing."

I wrote this in an email today, a day of much writing. As soon as I hit that full stop, I thought, woah Nelly, is this my MO?

Yes, this is my MO. This is why I'm here. This is why I'm writing this to you, now. This is why I spend so much time typing.

Because we can't talk.

What torture is not talking. Writing is never the same, but at least it offers some solace in the cold, bitter face of silence.