When words prove to be in excess, launder me in swirled provoking patterns, and I'll bask in the concise length of your tell-tale heart. However, when your liaison for verbal communication lacks fuel for the fire, I'll comfortably sit in silence and read your face instead. Never underestimate the power of presence and facial expression.
When I feel your heat, I read you. Paper, rock, scissors. ROCK. See, no words. All smiles.
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