Oh, the comfort—the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person—having neither to weigh thoughts nor mea­sure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.

A young copule sits on a sidewalk, pressed together, laughing.
A close-up (head and shoulders) of two people looking at each other and sharing a moment of laughter.