They sat on a bench, held hands, and told each other their stories hour after hour. They were not lonely anymore. They had found and been found by their 100% perfect other. What a wonderful thing it is to find and be found by your 100% perfect other. It’s a miracle, a cosmic miracle.
It makes sense to simply be with each other, telling our stories and holding hands. A bench is just such place to be.
I’m not sure there exists a 100% perfect other for each one of us but sitting together on a bench in a beautiful place when nothing and no one is more important makes an almost perfect other 100% perfect.
That is the miracle of the bench.
Just come and sit a spell. I’ll tell you my story and you tell me yours and we become perfect together.