can hold so many words. When 2 people are just sitting outside at night, listening to nothing but their own thoughts, one wonders what the other is thinking. She’s waiting for him to say something while he’s trying to figure out what and how to say the things he wants to say. The words are jumbled up in his head. His emotions are running wild. He doesn’t know if he should be sad, upset or just be totally indifferent about the whole situation. She doesn’t know if she should speak up and ask what he’s thinking. This kind of silence isn’t the awkward and restless kind. It’s the kind that two close friends share without feeling uncomfortable. They’re simply waiting for each other to share their pain and be there to be the shoulder to lean on.