I revel in our talking—lying together, in the darkness.
On anything.
And silliness.
And laughter.
And reporting on our lives—interrogating the past; sharing what we think of as our history.
Wanting to know the other.
Wanting to be known.
Exchanging our thoughts—random and contextual; focused and fragmented.
A blissful union.
A special sharing of ourselves.
Holding each other.
Knowing we are there for the other.
Kissing and smiling.
And in the darkness, knowing always more.