A long time ago I was spending the night at Shannon's house over the summer. It was around dinner time so we set about making dinner. Vegetarian fried rice and tea followed by puppy-chow that was miraculously leftover from the previous day was on the menu. After ten minutes a moment of rest occurred where I was quietly stirring and scraping down the rice that was in the pan, and Shannon was quietly observing from where she was perched on the counter-top. Suddenly, but silently, she hopped off the counter and began to walk towards me. Fearing something was wrong I turned my head in her direction and asked "What? Is everything okay?" Shannon nodded her head and advanced towards my place at the stove. When she was right behind me she wove her arms through mine and hugged me from behind, her head resting on my shoulder. We were calm, peaceful, serene. Nothing could touch us in that moment. We were back together again, two halves that made up a perfect whole. It was a phenomenal feeling, to be embraced once again by the person I loved most in the world, the one person I could count on for anything and everything, who was always there for me through ordeals, no matter how good or bad. I could only hope I was was the same to her. After a year apart so much could change. The sorrow and joy of life and high school beating against us, changing us, like rocks on the shore. I still felt that thing with her, the thing that didn't have a name. We still had our silent connection, never needing to say a word and always understanding what the other was trying to say. I was so happy in that moment, and it is one I will never forget. To me, that is what true love is, the comfortable silence you have with someone no matter what. No matter how long you've been away from each-other, or what has happened.