Its silent, but neither of you mind it. He occasionally glances at you, seeming trying to decide what to do. He sighs and smiles softly as he puts his hand on top of yours. You turn your gaze to him, your eyes land on his expression—that soft, sweet look in his eyes…that beloved face of his you know him by dearly. He squeezes your hand gently. He leans forward and whispers softly in your ear.

“You’re truly my other half…it takes less than a second for anyone to realize that I need you.”