The deep pool of human emotion is often much more shallow than we realize.

She looks at him with a certain form of endearment. She isn't sure who this person actually is, but she is anxious to find out. He nods back at her, and there is a certain something to his relaxed appearance. She doesn't know whether or not to say anything, so she lets the moment pass. And the look ends just as inconsequentially as it began. It is a star-crossed moment that will probably never happen again. For he turns his eyes away to the right and looks at some other attraction. She looks down, slightly sad the moment ended. She now looks to the open window. There is nothing going on outside, as the excitement slowly exits the room they are in. She wishes silently that he would ask something of her. She wishes he would grasp her hand. But, she knows these wishes are childish fantasies. So, she walks away from him, keeping quiet. She knows that one day he will regret looking away. She knows she will one day want to look into those eyes again, but only if they will look at her forever.