They didn’t need words when it came to each other.

They lived in a silence that left them feeling known.

The kind of silence like when your too tired or too sad to voice the words.

The kind of silence that is usually met with awkward, “it’ll be okay’s” and “I promise it’ll get better’s”.

The thing about silence is people run from it. They do the best to fill it with empty words, and half hearted smiles.

That’s why their bond was sacred. They never tried to fix each other. They didn’t use words. A simple glance in to their eyes and they knew, like they always knew.

It wasn’t okay, but they were okay with it. So they sat.

And without words they were comforted by each others silence.