What is it like?

I imagine it. Sometimes I make a story about holding hands down the rain. Sometimes I miss feeling safe as I walked through the park at night. I miss shared silences. That's what I miss the most. I miss feeling loved, even if I invented the love someone else felt for me.

I miss silence. I have always thought that silences are the best way to show and to understand love. I love silence because it gives me peace. And I liked to share it. I liked to look at the other's eyes and change thoughts and feelings without words.

The only thing that makes me crazier than words is silence.

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So, what is it like to hold hands down the rain with someone you love? I guess it must be like sharing silence.