Sometimes, silence is all there is. Either I have nothing in my head or I lack the energy to form any kind of coherent response.

Sometimes, the silence is me filling up, taking everything you say in like water filling a pail. It will eventually overflow my own words mixing with yours pouring forth.

Sometimes, you fall silent and we sit two thousand miles apart each in our own world and we share the quiet.

I like the quiet.

I like the silence.

The space between the words cements us as friends, companions. Each able to just be in each other’s company with no intent or purpose.

Sometimes, it is just nicer to be silent together than apart.