Hearing the Silences
Words: Slept, input, learned, words.
I don’t need words
now. His words hide more than they reveal.
Brian’s input speaks in his silences, in the quiet times between us. The number of nights he's slept with his body easily twined with mine tells me more about his feelings for me than the most eloquent love poem ever written.
He’s learned to understand me too - when I draw him, or joke about his age, or lay for hours with my leg going numb because he’s sleeping on it.
We’ve both become fluent in hearing all the silent “I love you"’s that fill our days and nights.
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