Thinking of You
By
Alyson Grant
When he drives me home it feels great. It's nearly magical and comforting and exciting all at the same time…
Sometimes it's calm and filled with silence.
A very comfortable and simple silence.
Some people can't handle silence.
They are the type of people who feel the need to fill any pauses with insistent chatter.
They don't trust a silent moment and automatically assume that the stillness is a bad thing, that it's a sign that the conversation isn't going well.
That isn't always the case.
Sometimes the silence between two people is the indication that things are going exactly right.
Sometimes it's loud as we debate each other.
We spar like two gladiators debating the nuances of our minds.
Neither of us ever finds it easy to back down from our original opinion.
Sometimes it's funny and filled with jokes. He tells me humorous anecdotes from his childhood or tales from the touring the world with his group.
Sometimes late at night we resort to knock-knock jokes as if we are both eight years old and in the third grade. Some of the jokes are so bad and so insanely awful that they go around the bend twice and somehow become amusing again.
That is when the late night high of energy overtakes us and we say the craziest things.
That also happens when we get so tired that the truths that come out of our mouths are sometimes so startling and surprising with its rawness, the way neither of us ever feel the need to hold back from each other. It's amazing.
But we don't need sleep to nearly overtake us to be honest…