On the threshold, they looked at each other once more.
And now that the room was empty like a deserted sanctuary, I thought of their glance, their first glance of love, which I had seen.
No one before me had ever seen a first glance of love.

I was beside them, but, far away.

I understood and read it without being part of the infatuation myself, without being lost in the sensation.

That is why I saw that glance.

They did not know when it began, they did not know that it was the first.