You asked me why I haven’t said anything to you that one night. You were worried that I was mad at you, but I eased your anxiety when I shook my head and told you, “I’m just…happy.” This was the kind of silence that had my heart on a whim, because you were just there. Everything was perfect. We weren’t fighting for anything.

A rare day.

…and God knows how I’d give everything up just to repeat this kind of silence with you.