Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.
“Pooh!” he whispered.
“Yes, Piglet?”
“Nothing,” said Piglet, taking Pooh’s paw. “I just wanted to be sure of you.”
-The House At Pooh Corner
"So many ways to know a person, it seems.A hand on the small of one’s back; the memory of a scent; two pairs of eyes meeting and crinkling into smiles that secretly know that under the crowded table a nudge was passed, between two differently-clad and -sized feet. And all around, all above, the world spins on
Then there is the sort of knowing, when you both sit in silence, that no one needs to say anything. It’s almost the same kind (but not quite) that is present when you fumble for words to say something, realize you can’t find the right ones, but still know that you were understood. You know a person by the way their eyes fill with tears; by the huskiness of their just-woke-up voice; by the smooth curve their laughter takes. Your fingers remember how naturally they fall into a clasp with another hand, your feet how easily they fall into step beside another.
We are strange creatures, we are. We can know another by the crash of a midnight wave, by the sun glancing off a seaside pier, by the tinkling laugh of a raindrop on a windscreen.
And sometimes, because it is the only way you can, you know a person by an ache in the shape of an absence. "