Sometimes silence is the best way to understand people.

My silence isn't nearly as strong as his, but I know he understands.

Sometimes, in the quiet of it all, I know that our very souls reach out to each other. Our spirits intertwine, become connected. We're like chain links, bounded together.

I know that no one else understands. I know that no one else prefers to understand. No one tries to. I also know that he realizes that. That's another reason why our silence is so appreciative. We're both still trying to figure out how to deal with the public rejection of our love. We're trying to cope with our feelings. I never expected to feel this way.

I, Quatre Winner, pilot of Sandrock, G-Pilot number 04, am in love with another man.

I know its not accepted, or acceptable for that matter, but its what in my heart. Its what's in my mind, my soul, I can feel my love for him with every fiber of my body.

And that's what true love is.

When our silence comes, it's wonderful. I can feel his presence. I know he lives and breaths for me. As I for him.

Trowa Barton.