Shhh, don’t speak. I can read your thoughts in your eyes, sense them in the way you hold my hand. I know what you want to say when you hold me tight and can’t seem to let me go.
Sometimes we’re better off enjoying the silence, and filling the space between the lines. Letting the unsaid things talk.
We don’t have to give it a name as long as we both know that we’re in over our heads.
Sometimes words simply aren’t needed.
