With you, silence doesn’t feel empty. It doesn’t stretch awkwardly between us or weigh heavy on my chest. It feels like something living, something shared, like a language only we speak.
We can sit together, no words exchanged, and yet it feels like we’ve said everything. The brush of your hand against mine, the way your breathing evens out, the way our eyes meet and hold longer than they need to, those are conversations in themselves.
Silence with you is not the absence of sound; it’s the presence of understanding. It’s rare, almost sacred, to find someone who doesn’t make you scramble for words. With you, I don’t have to fill the air. It’s already full.
Final Word: Some of the best conversations never need words.
Disclaimer: This is tenderness on paper, not a script. Silence speaks differently for everyone.
 
				 
												
					 
											 
																	 
																	