Most Like Him

He smiled at her from across the room. She just looked at him and smiled back. She let her gaze linger a little longer as she marveled on the person she's staring at. A grown man with the heart of a little boy just learning how life works, experiencing everything for the first time. A look of awe as he watches magnificence at work. A trace of sadness in his eyes nevertheless, he tries to conceal it. He wouldn't want her to notice. He would just bring her down. She notices anyway. Like she's always noticed the pain, anger, and regret he's been keeping to himself. And his constant search for answers to the questions everyone's scared to even ask. She doesn't have the answers. She wonders if he's somehow found at least some. But like everyone else, she too, is afraid to ask. Day by day she notices how he is most like him. No one's really paid attention before but now she is. They are the least bit alike in every other way but their similarities are disturbing. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? She tears away her gaze and continues what she was doing.