She looked down again and I was stymied. I sat. Oh, this was enough to make me love her, because I was right with her, understanding every second and longing to step in. I didn't even need to know the specific that was troubling her, because to me her halting voice easily stood for the general woe that hangs in the air, even on life's happiest days.
The narrator experiences a deep connection with a woman who is visibly troubled. As he observes her, he feels an overwhelming sense of empathy and love for her, realizing that he can relate to her feelings without knowing the exact reason behind her distress. This profound understanding draws him closer to her emotional world, igniting a strong desire to support her.
He recognizes the universal nature of her pain, acknowledging that...
