Silent Whispers

She was sleeping on her train seat. Her face was so perfect. She seemed so much in peace with herself. He couldn’t help but look at her and how she exuded pure serenity. His palm on his face, his eyes glued to her, there was a faint smile of disbelief on his lips. How could someone be so beautiful?
She seemed to sense his question, her eyes opened a little. She saw him sitting beside and looking at her. Astonished, turning her face she silently looked back, still holding the thought, “What are you doing?”
He was so much in awe of her that on seeing her awake he still couldn’t turn away. He kept on looking at her. And then the quizzical expression came on her face. He blushed. She had found his secret. He looked at her, smiled, as if telling her, “The same as always.” And he kept on staring at her.
She saw the expression on him, understood what he wanted to say. She smiled, in happiness and in all the possibilities it opened for them, and then closed her eyes again, went back to sleep.
He kept on looking at her, his palm on his face, still thinking what had he done? He hadn’t been able to tell her how much he loved her, for over a year. And now, even without speaking, he knew that she understood. Silence had spoken what words couldn’t. He looked out of the window, at the lonely moon in the night sky, thinking how much he loved her.