Many people believe that silence is a void that needs to be filled , just an uncomfortable emptiness in conversations. She had experienced enough of that in parties and places she’d been to. Talk , fake a smile ,talk more, fake more  smiles and so on….
Her favorite moments were when she could slip away unobserved  from all the noise and clatter and spend time by herself in a secluded place outside, staring at the still sky and twinkling stars or listen to birds, the rustling and twirling winds. and treasured those times when she could just be.
That exotic evening she felt comfort in their silence. The feeling returned on the road as she walked with him, watching the golden streetlights,  light seeping out through the leaves of trees, swirling shadows ,moving and shifting ,taking almost unrecognizable shapes and eventually disappearing from sight. listening to the sounds around, there was music in their footsteps ,rhythm in his breath , everything seemed to go with the flow, their silence was more musical than any song she’d ever heard. Embracing the comfort , the gentle caressing wind burnishing her face, the bracing chill in the air ,she looked into his eyes knowing they were fixed upon her, feeling her heart skip a beat, she felt amazed to see such softness and love in his gaze.  She had not expected him to hold her gaze, but he didn’t look away .she smiled as they looked away after a moment, absorbing everything around them that wonderful night. He seemed to be doing the same, and somehow realized talking now would somehow ruin it all.
Every night they walked together was magical, talking ,laughing or maybe just listening to music holding hands, she felt more certain with every step that she wanted to spend more time with him, know him, be there when he needs her, and if possible love him more than she already did………..their story, it goes on…...because true love does not have endings.