Alone together. It was all two people could ever be to each other, I suppose. Alone. Together. For the dreams and secrets of our heart may be spoken but words are poor servants. Words can never truly say what we want them to say, for they fumble, stammer, and never come out right. The best one can hope for is to along the way someone to share the path, content to walk in silence, for the heart communes best when it doesn’t try to speak.