The simple gesture as you pass a stranger, maybe shifting gaze to avoid or holding it just for a moment as you pass knowing you might never see them again.
Maybe it is from across the room, an old friend, or someone that might be a new character in your story, waiting for the perfect blink to make their way over.
When the only person who knows you better than yourself can read you with one look. Past the surface, they see in that one glance.
Or maybe looking at someone you’ve grown fond of and speaking words without a word spoken, perhaps the most beautiful language.
In the dead of night, you awake next to the one you love and your shift causes their body to crave yours so deeply that they are awoken. And in that moment, the moonlight allows enough glisten for eyes to meet before dozing back to sleep.