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“Silence remains, inescapably, a form of speech.”
— Susan Sontag, The Aesthetics of Silence (1967)
With you, the silence is translated into an expression of comfort, a quiet understanding that seeks not to sully with words what the stillness could perfectly translate. The silence is a quiet hum of sorts, encapsulating us within a perfect bubble, where no words with their clumsiness and ineptitude could seek to puncture.
Yet, with you, the silence speaks of a distance that no amount of words could bridge. It’s a silence that has crept in with the passing years, and since then, solidified its grip into an unyielding wall that has challenged the years of understanding. It’s a silence that is the undoing of the years spent together.