Comfortable Quiet
There’s a very particular kind of peace that shows up after a storm.
Not right after — not when you’re still wiping tears off the countertops or untangling your pride from the dishes.
But later.
Much later.
When the dust has fully settled.
And you find yourself sitting across from someone who once held your heart — now just holding a conversation.
That happened today.
After an appointment with Dr. Sammi, I stopped by someone’s place.
Someone who used to be more.
Someone who, for a time, was tangled into my healing journey in a way that felt necessary. And heavy. And beautiful. And, eventually, too complicated to carry.
I didn’t plan on staying long. Just a quick hello, a casual check-in.
But a couple hours passed before I even noticed.
We just… talked.
No tension. No elephant in the room. No ache hiding behind polite smiles.
Just… two people who’ve been through a lot, sitting on a couch with nothing left to prove.
I don’t think I realized how much I missed this.
Not the romance. Not the confusion.
Just the comfort.
The way a laugh sounds when it doesn’t carry a secret.
The way you can sip your coffee and know you’re not being read like a poem or a prayer.
You’re just there. And they’re there. And it’s fine.
No fixing.
No future-tripping.
No wounds to tend.
Just air. And space. And peace.
Sometimes healing isn’t a clean break or a dramatic conclusion.
Sometimes it’s just showing up a few months later and realizing,
“Oh. We’re okay now.”
And in a world full of unresolved goodbyes,
that kind of quiet?
That’s a gift.
With Love,
Dana & Nicky
