Safety in the Quiet

For my darling friend, Gigi

There are people who walk into your life and fill the space with noise,
and then there are the ones who bring the softest silences.

With you, it’s never been about constant presence.
It’s the knowing.
The quiet tether stretched across geographic zones,
busyness and the small storms of life.
The sense that even when we don’t speak, you’re still there.
And I am too.

We’ve spoken about everything.
The ache of not being chosen, the courage to walk away.
The metaphors we live by and the patterns we try to unlearn.
Love, death, soul paths, healing, sex, longing and what it means to live well.

No topic too strange.
No feeling too much.
No silence ever mistaken for absence.

You are one of the few who can hold the weight of my thoughts without flinching.
You meet me there in the messy, the indescribable, the mundane.
And when life stretches us thin, we don’t have to explain.
We simply resurface when we can with softness, stories and snacks.

You’re not just a friend.
You’re a place.
A quiet I trust.
A mirror that doesn’t distort.
A reminder that being seen doesn’t have to feel like being exposed.

In a world of conditional closeness, thank you for being my safety in the quiet.