Talk to me with your eyes and touch. Talk to me with the rate of your breathing. Talk to me in the subtle motions of your body language. Then speak with whatever words come from your heart, that are driven by your emotions. I promise it will always be enough.
Talk to me of everything. Talk of the nothing too. For all I ever wanted is to remain close, to hear your voice, to listen to the timbre of your heart in each word.
"Emma, communication amongst our species goes mostly under the radar. It is subconscious communication concurrent with the conscious communication. It's not just body language either. Most of the meaning of a conversation is in the 'junk talk,' it's in the throw away phrases and extra words. This is how we let people really know what's going on at individual, group and species levels. And it is absolutely honest. It's in songs, stories, art... just like in dreams, all those metaphors carry a meaning we innately understand. I listen, Em, I do. And I hear pain, struggle and a search for love, the divine spirit and peace. We are brilliant, just like the bird who builds a nest, or flies in formation, we are coordinating and cooperating as best we can."
There is something in the way Niles talks that gives him away, his keenness to seek information. Always it is the same, starting with a little patter to relax Keisha and then he's in with the question that's burning his brain. Once she answers he looses interest, stops talking and leaves. He has acquired what he wanted and what she says next is of no interest. Then she sits there looking confused, unsure of what she did to offend.
The talk was littered with smiles, the real communication, not the words. It told them of the love that lay there, unspoken, forbidden. It was as obvious as the morning sun, as real as the grass. The feeling flowed through them as the conversation filled the air, until the time to part arrived. With practised nonchalance each walked away from the other, both feeling the wrench of parting.
Your talk is how you show your love, the evidence of your listening lies in what you say, your emotion in the silences. I could listen to you forever, talk about something, talk about nothing, be boring, tell a tall tale - it doesn't matter to me.
Beneath the talk was the love, the gentle gaze of their eyes, the relaxed nature of their faces. Whatever they talked of never mattered, only that they were talking, connected. And in that way their talk was a salve to one another.
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