There is sometimes a tone between two people that is so inline you cannot help but feel you are talking to a second self. A great friend, or if there is affection, a lover too. These people are unique and they speak heart to heart, the mind is left alone to itself and the only tether is between the rooftops of the heart. Delight escorts these conversations and they journey along to open horizons. Without the intervals of life’s demands they may never cease. The words themselves are almost only resources for the activity. Speech itself is only a requisite for participating in the activity with each other. They open each other’s hearts and inflate them to full exhaustive bloom.