This is why I like people who draw answers from me without even asking a question, or who seem to answer my questions before I even ask them. This connection gives me the warmest of feelings. But I do feel a bit bereft. Where do the questions we’ve swallowed end up? Do they scatter somewhere or sink deep inside of us? Do they manifest in strange behaviours or habits? And wouldn’t such silence come in the way of making deeply felt connections with others? That’s what I fear the most.
