So Half and I seem to be able to carry out long conversations. Those conversations are often not filled totally with words. The only other people I feel comfortable doing that with is my cousin and her sister. And once in a blue moon one of my sisters.
There isn't that rush to fill the silence, its comfortable. The space between words.
So here I am thinking that (I know, an almost poetic moment and thought) and Half, true to form, must have read my mind. He posts "morning observation....what i cherish most are not the long lovely conversations but the oh so comfortable silences that allow me to feel and think in between words."
Now you can see why he is my Half.
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