They say that when you run out of things to talk about in your relationship, you start planning a wedding. When it happens again, you start planning babies.
If that’s the truth, I will never be married or have babies.
Someone asked me the other day how long I’d been with my boyfriend.
“Four years,” I replied.
“And you guys are living together now, hey?”
“Yep,” I smiled. I always smile when I remember that we’re cohabiting.
“That’s cool. Have you, like, run out of stuff to talk about yet, though?”
This attitude assumes two things:
1. That there exists a finite number of topics of conversation; and
2. That my boyfriend and I are constantly throwing words at one another in some sort of desperate attempt to avoid an awkward pause.
Neither of these is true.
For starters, my boyfriend and I each have a life outside of our shared home–whether it’s work, social stuff, or hobbies. This creates a wealth of conversation topics beyond just “how was your day?” We’re interested in different things, and spend some of our time reading about our specialty areas, and then sharing tidbits with one another.
“Did you know that they’ve just successfully teleported matter?” he’ll ask me over dinner.
“And yet they still can’t figure out how dinosaurs mated,” I muse.
We talk in bed before we go to sleep. We talk while we drive. We talk when one of us is in the shower and can only just make out what the other is saying over the rush of the water.
But we also spend a fair whack of time not talking. Whether we’re sitting together or at opposite ends of the house, we can go hours without uttering a word to one another. It’s not because we’re mad at each other, and it’s not because we’re bored or uninterested. We’ve just achieved a wonderful kind of comfort in silence.
Sometimes we’re taking a long drive, and we’ll sit holding hands over the gearstick, lost in our own thoughts, offering the occasional smile to one another. Sometimes we’re lying in bed, nestled together, our legs intertwined, reading our separate books/phones. Sometimes we’re just enjoying a great meal, and there’s no need for extensive conversation.
When I told my boyfriend about my friend’s question, he shook his head. “It’s not about having new things to talk about all the time; it’s about being comfortable enough with each other that you’re ok with silence.”
And when in doubt, make out 😉