I love the moments of silence in company of people dear to you - a lover or perhaps an old friend. It is comforting and serene, where there is no urge, no compulsion to fill the void with words. Instead, it is a gentle quiet that wraps around like a warm blanket. There’s a lingering feeling of sweet melancholy, the feeling of being together yet in our own worlds. These moments are liberating, the fear of being judged as uninteresting disappears, so does the desire to entertain or impress.
