In the book that I am reading it states that “the opposite of love is not hate, but silence.” An interesting statement and I think it might be a true one for me at this point. I have been thinking that my silence was an avoidance of dealing with the guy that I can’t seem to get over. Maybe my silence is me showing nothing but utter contempt for him. Last Saturday night we sat at the same table with a group of friends in our local bar. The only words spoken between us was when he asked me to pour him some beer from the pitcher. Was he being just as contemptuous as I was? Or did he pick up on the fact that I can’t deal with him right now … that I feel something worse than hate for him and myself.