But "real life" intervened.
A friend from Church stopped by.
We had a couple of drinks and nibbled on some chips ("crisps").
Then we got real, and opened up our souls, each to the other.
We took off our masks.
We abandoned pretense.
We refused to stick to the generally approved scripts of the play-acting which masquerades as human life and experience.
Instead we "got real, and opened up our souls, each to the other".
Thus we enjoyed some moments of silence. Thus we shared our teary eyes.
A poem (attributed to George Elliott) describes well this opening of the soul to another:
"Oh the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person.
Having never to weigh thoughts, or measure words,
But pour them all out, chaff and grain together.
Knowing 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."