And there we sat, at the beach, for hours, looking at the waves, thinking and sometimes talking—about life and it’s meaning, about our relations, our dreams, our passions, our fears. None of these, by the way, were ‘our’ as I term it. These were individual dreams, passion or takes on life and each of mine being poles apart from her. But you know what the beauty was? It didn’t matter. For we can enjoy each other’s company in absolute silence without feeling alone or share our deepest thoughts, painful experiences, our vulnerabilities and weirdness— all this without the fear of being misunderstood or judged. Now isn’t this what relationships should be made of?
