She came without hesitation, not as a stranger who had shared only a smile. She placed her hand in mine, her head on my shoulder, and her body close to mine. As the music played I could feel her trembling from all the loneliness inside. Yet we never spoke, for there really wasn't anything that needed to be said. Now, after all the months, I will occasionally close my eyes and relive those few moments that we shared.
Strangers are people whose paths have never crossed, and no common time has never been shared.
For they immediately start worrying what the other is thinking. For we usually need to know someone very well before we can feel comfortable with their silence. As the moon floated across the sky and twinkled in the ripples in the lake, I sat silently beside you and tossed pebbles into the water. From time to time you would squeeze my hand and rest your head on my shoulder. There was no radio, no television, no pennies for your thoughts.