A couple of days ago I was waiting for my prescription at the doctor's office. One of the times I looked up from my book to check to see if my name was on the board showing my prescription was ready, I saw a couple about ten years older than me looking at each other. I don't know if I can adequately describe the expressions on their faces. It might be easier to describe what those expressions were not.
They were not looking at each other with those goopy eyes so common in the young who "know this is the real thing" (and three months, or weeks later, are experiencing the greatest disillusionment of their life.) And although whatever diagnosis they had received or were awaiting, there wasn't an overabundance of worry between them - their faces were serious but not worried.
No, I think the look they shared was a deep silent communication only those who know each other very, very well can share. Without a spoken word they shared volumes. I watched them for maybe a minute before I suddenly felt like an intruder and went back to my book.
Is this my own brand of romanticism? Perhaps the lingering look didn't linger nearly as long as it seemed to me? Perhaps I read more into the look than was truly there? No, I don't think so. I have no idea what they were communicating, but it was deep and heartfelt and familiar. And it is something I hope to have someday with someone.