how much can you read from one look?

apparently, enough for me write one about it.
so when you look at me, straight into my eyes-
i look, and i search, and i try to find what it is that you're trying to say, where are all these unspoken words? but you look, you look with an intent purpose, no confusion- you must be trying to say something. or you could be simply looking. i would never know. what they say is true though, i am indeed afraid to look at you with the same intensity, for fear of what i might find, its just rather unnerving. my curiosity overpowers my fear, always. yet i am the first one to look away. i remember the one time i was really frustrated and i asked you, "what?" and you replied, "nothing", which annoyed me even more and so i said "why are you looking at me like that?" and you still say, "nothing". so fine. you expect me read your mind. and fine, you win at being intriguing. though i did forget you, you know. until today- i saw you from the bus, you looked up, you didnt see me, the bus drove on. and that was that, but now i have immortalized you with these words i compose. next time, if there is to be a next time, i will not be the one to look away.