"How's your hand? Does it still hurt?" Oliver asked anxiously, an angry flame still burning in his eyes.

"No. I'm okay. I was in pain when she twisted my...", I said but his reaction cut my thought. His jaw tightened and he clenched his fist on the table. I frowned worriedly.

Instinctively, I reached for him and wrapped my fingers around his clenched fist.

"Please don't be angry! It's all right, really!" I assured him and rubbed his skin with my thumb. It seemed to help, little by little his jaw relaxed and his features softened.

He wrapped my hand with his, and said, "I want you to be fine."

"I'm fine," I replied, which was true, to some extent. In fact, I was much more than fine. 

I smiled at him, hoping that he would be able to interpret my smile correctly, that he would understand without telling him in words that "fine" was barely approaching the wonderful feeling I felt right now.

The anger flame in his eyes disappeared. It was replaced by a spark of joy, the corners of his mouth pitched up and he smiled.

He understood me.

I beamed. No, not only I, but we. We both beamed.

Oliver pulled his left hand away from mine and placed it on the table with his palm facing me, while his right hand dropped its fist and slipped out from under mine. I wasn't happy that he let me go until I realized why he did it. He intertwined his fingers with mine, and I raised my right hand on the table and intertwined my fingers with his.

We didn't need to say it out loud. We didn't need to put labels. We didn't need to clarify anything. Because we had both realized it at the same time and had read it in each other's eyes.

Our palms were joined by intertwined fingers, our hearts united by love for one another, and our souls sang with joy that they had finally found their half and were now united in one. And this joy shone from our eyes, radiated from our faces and our whole being. Therefore, the words were superfluous because no words or sentences or whatever could truly describe our feelings to each other and the way we felt the other with every fiber of our being.

We were two pieces of a whole that wandered through time and space and finally found their complementary half. It was that complex and that simple at the same time.

We held hands tight not out of fear that the other would leave, but out of joy and a strong sense of gratitude that we were gifted with the remarkable luck to meet our soul mate. In fact, our intertwined fingers were just a physical image of our united souls.

I thought that thanks to Betty and George I understood how much and how deep Mom and Dad loved each other, but I was wrong.

Now I really understood it. Because now I already knew with my whole being what was the feeling of seeing my heart in front of me, holding hands with the other half of me. Now I knew what it was to be complete in a sense that couldn't be described with words.

Oliver said we fell in love with each other, but that between us was much more than falling in love.

We didn't just fall in love, we found each other. 

Our hearts and souls had finally united in one.