"There are two rules on the street," Lexi told him. "Number one: never give out all the information." "And number two?" Jason asked expectantly. Lexi gave him a pointed look. Finally understanding dawned on his face.
I find memory can be a beautiful thing yet a curse. It holds precious things from your past, victories, happiness, etc. But it can also hold your failures and things that have hurt you. Keep the good memories close and forget the bad ones.
This can be so tremendously hard for some people to understand (I've encountered it countless times over the course of my life). My being quiet does not mean I have anything to hide. I just don't have anything I want to, or feel like showing you.