Those moments when he can’t bring himself to express his feelings verbally and kisses me more passionately, hugs me longer, tighter, drives slower, gets lost in looking at me longer. Those moments when I sit to write about it and get overwhelmed with what I want to say and simply don’t write anything. Those moments when our impatience, stubbornness and pride fall away from us and we have nothing left but honesty. …and those moments that await our honesty about what all of this is.

There’s something in those silent moments.