The best things, the real things, the things that matter or affect us the most, cannot be said, or expressed in so many words. Maybe its just the real truth, that cannot be said. That cannot take that risk because its, that, true. Maybe it feels more real if it goes on untold or hidden. Maybe it isn't real at all, if something doesn't compel the heart to shout out about it.
You can't expect a dog to trust an owner that beats it, and still tries to get it to retrieve or come.
As you can't expect to pretend your footprints will be washed away in a desert.