Knock on the sky and listen to the sound.

... again you search for what had gone wrong, realising only after too long that it was not your fault. It was nobody's fault actually. Sometimes, feelings are gone. You finally are able to put the past behind you and forget, but sudden flashbacks and chanced-meetings reignite the dead flames and you wonder and you worry. Your heart is willing but your mind says no.
And you follow your heart...

The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them - words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revalations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller, but for want of an understanding ear.