But common sense has no place in first love and never has.

He never spoke of that night again, not to your mother, not to anyone else. He was ashamed for her, for Mickey, for himself. In the hospital, he stopped speaking altogether. Silence was his escape, but silence is rarely a refuge. His thoughts still haunted him.'
~pg 139

I give myself a good cry if i need it. A little each morning, a few tears and that's all.