I love the silences most of the time. I didn't always enjoy them. They used to frustrate me a lot. I would feel increasingly panicky and blurt "I don't know what to SAY!"

Sometimes I laugh and tell T I'm not thinking, I'm just enjoying the silence.

Silences allow things to bubble up. Often things bubble up that I sometimes try to bubble right back down, but usually I give in and talk about whatever it is.

Mostly, I find the silence an act of acceptance, and I like it.