As the words came out my mouth and in to his ear, I could notice how his gentle smile was slowly exchanged with a blank expression. His eyes were now pointed to the floor, as if he were ashamed of something. I looked away while saying my last few words. When I finished, we both stared at the ground, nothing to say.We sat there for a period of time that felt like forever, our looks completely opposite each other. The memories of us flashed before my eyes then. Every moment we shared together. I didn't dare break the silence; for I was too afraid of what would follow.We sat there for a while longer, our eyes still staring at the ground beneath us. I was trying to imagine what was going on in his mind, His beautiful mind.Yet no matter how hard I tried I couldn't find the answer to my question. I couldn't understand it. No. Of course I couldn't. The silence began to appear deafening to me, for now I couldn't hear anything besides my own thoughts. I felt like my mind was about to malfunction from my overuse, yet I was holding onto the only sound I could hear.I looked over at him. He was looking down with the blank expression still on his face, as if he hadn't moved a centimeter from the moment I looked away. Even as I looked at him I couldn't know what he was thinking. I wanted to break the silence now, but couldn't. As a women of many words, I rarely faced moments in which I had nothing to say, and for one of the first times in my life, I was entirely speechless.I was terrified of what he was going to say, yet it didn't seem like words were going to come out of his mouth any time soon.But when I least expected it, he opened his lips separated from one another, and words began to flow out. Just when the silence broke I began to miss it. I missed the peacefulness of no sound going through my ears. I missed the ability to concentrate only on my thoughts. I missed the kind of still weather that had surrendered us both just before the storm hit. And when he finished his last few words, I started to miss him too.