She already knows the contents of his mind, of his heart. She knows already what he’s thinking just by looking into his eyes. They connect on a level so deep that words are often surplus to requirements. Perhaps that is what tore them apart. The cracks that, for many, might have been invisible and overlooked, were picked up and analysed and over analysed to the point that every stitch was picked at and weakened.

But she still knows what he thinks. Whether they communicate, whether they see one another, whether they bump into each other on street or not, they still run into one another on that other level.

Minds don’t need to meet the way that hands do for someone to feel close. Minds can flirt with one another, tease one another and taunt one another all at the same time without the fingers even having caressed one another. The mind is far more powerful a tool than any man made instrument. Minds can fight without anyone else even knowing a battle is going on. They can love in silence and admire fearlessly without any uninvited people being remotely aware.

When two minds connect in that way, that indescribable way, traditional communication is forgotten. He can hate her with his thoughts, she can love him with her thoughts but they cannot be indifferent. The mind, once connected, can never hope to achieve true indifference.

Instead it waits and watches and stands back to observe the silent messages. It never sleeps though. It might rest for a while or lie even almost dormant for quite some time. But it may continue to taunt your sleep with images of something that never happened or with subconscious impressions of a dream your mind convinces you was one of yours once.

Powerful. Dangerous. Utterly fascinating.