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I've come to realize: believing in love does not make you a romantic. It makes you a realist.

Dew Point

Yesterday, just showered, I walked over to the glass partition that separated me and RJ, who was still in the shower. I stood there, two squares of bath tissue in hand, folded once. Without missing a beat, RJ bent to pick up the hair clump from the drain, opened the door and handed it over, placing it on the tissue. I disposed of it in the trash bin.

Not a word was exchanged.

In Chinese, there is a word for it: 默契. Literally, "silent covenant". I couldn't dream up a better expression. It's when you are so connected and attuned, nothing is contended or in conflict, you move as one, you just know. If you're lucky in life, you may find that in a partner. Perhaps in business, perhaps in love. Not all of us get to experience it.

This is better than I ever would've imagined. So effortless, so easy, so comfortable. Wow.

And, hair clump? Romantic as hell.