Lane and I could communicate without saying a word. We would exchange a glance that told one another it was time to go home or to stop talking. Like many couples we had a silent language that through a look or a gesture let each other know exactly what we were thinking.
It was uncanny times. How did he know I was down in the dumps? How did I know that he was worried about something? We didn't have to speak, the other person just knew. I'm not sure how it happened. We really didn't talk about it. It was an intimate thing that no one else could see. I miss it.
Do you understand why words weren't necessary?