Returning Without Questions

Returning Without Questions

They came a little closer to me one odd evening, I recall. Despite its simplicity, the relationship had an odd depth. There was a kind of connection between them that spoke before words, the language of their eyes—even when they were silent in front of each other, they understood each other. However, despite being by each other's side, there are times in life when people move on. There came a time when the two of them moved far away from each other.

The girl spent the day with tearful eyes, there were infinite questions in her heart. Why did they separate like that? Why did they have to leave everything so easily? But the man, even though he was by her side, her mind and soul never completely left him. She knew that the person she loved wanted some time—and one day, everything would be okay. But sometimes, the words could not be said. Being together and feeling each other became increasingly important. One day, one night in the deep darkness, that man returned again. His gait showed determination and a kind of silent pain in his eyes. He knew that he would not have to answer any questions when he returned, because sometimes the language of love does not speak directly but only works in the heart. He returned, but without asking any questions.

The girl, who had been waiting for a long time, opened her eyes for a moment. She looked at him with that same look of disbelief, but there was also something that made him believe. She remained silent and did not speak. The man came to her after a while and sat down, saying, "I know I haven't spent much time with you, but you know what you are to me. I won't ask you questions, because you know what I want."

The girl was silent. Her mind was full of questions, but she didn't ask any questions. She knew that no words were enough here. There were so many things accumulated inside her—pride, pain, love—all mixed together and formed into one feeling. He just wanted the empty spaces between them to close, for there to be no more obstacles. He didn't say anything, but the pain was evident in every movement of his body.

He could do nothing but sit next to her. Time was passing, but nothing was changing. But at this moment, the man knew—just his return, just being next to her, that precious place through which the real connection between the two was going to be established. It was a kind of another return—without questions, just to understand each other.

There was a long silence between them, but that silence gave off a feeling that was impossible to express in words. After a few minutes, the man reached out his hand, touched the girl's hand with a slight sense of peace. He didn't say anything, but the feel of his hand was saying, "I've returned to you, if you want me, I'm here to be by your side."

The girl wasn't crying in her eyes, but there was a movement in her heart that couldn't be described. He didn't have to ask, because he knew that there was no need to say anything at this moment. Their relationship, their connection, everything was so silent, as if God had given their hearts a depth that needed no words. They were feeling each other, deep down.

And then the girl said, "Do you know what I have for you? Wherever you go, I want to be with you. No questions, just be yourself."

The man then gave her a quiet stare. He didn't feel like he had to respond. Everything was fine. What they had between them was all the past fears, misunderstandings, accusations—leaving everything behind, they stood by each other. And really, there were no questions. Love only knows how to understand each other rather than asking questions. This was the moment—when there were no questions in love.

The girl just smiled, and the man knew that this smile would fix everything. They found each other again, without any questions, just understanding each other, holding hands in love.