It’s funny the way love progresses. In the beginning, long before you’re even in love, it’s all about talking. That’s what makes or breaks the relationship…talking. If you and that special somebody find yourselves suffocating in agonizing silence, you eventually realize that that nonsense of being together is nothing but a bad idea. But if all goes well, you find yourselves connecting in so many ways. You talk about past loves, future hopes, current fears, and the endless potential that drives your unwritten lives.
Then that first kiss comes, and something changes. The new paradigm that defines your relationship is a combination of conversation and physical affection. Sure, you keep on talking, but it’s all a prelude for the next, inevitable kiss. And while you’re not kissing—though there’s plenty more to be said—you sometimes just get tired of talking. So you sit in silence, arms around each other, staring at a movie screen or watching the starlit sky.
Subsequently, some of the most profound moments you and that somebody will ever share won’t involve a single spoken word. I enjoy that irony. After the countless hours, days, months, or even years you spend conversing with that special somebody, once you two eventually fall in love and commit to each other, you’re perfectly content with silence.
I know, this whole rant grossly oversimplifies the progression of love. That perfect silence, once it’s reached, doesn’t last forever. Even so, it lasts just long enough to make me wonder.