You really care for a person when words become a source of misunderstanding. You still want to be near, in silence.
The silence of a hug, a kiss, a caress, or a simple look.
An unassuming static sound.
It does not ask for anything, and in return it gives us everything — ourselves.
When two wounds look similar, they inevitably approach one another.
The edges fit together and are joined until almost healed. The meat is combined with the flesh, the blood is exchanged.
Different people with similar injuries attract — they recognise each other, they join.
And perhaps, even heal.
Cosmos, Part 9 - The Lives of the Stars