Is it too much to want to love someone fully, without abandon?
I wanted to make a girl smile. I wanted to see her lips spread and her eyes crease. I wanted to be what she looked at when her face was so beautiful. She made me happy and I wanted to return the favor tenfold. But she didn’t want to smile, or at least not for me.
I’d love to be the reason for someone’s smile, and be the reason she knows that she’s appreciated.
There are times we must say goodnight to things that once made us happy but have lost the ability to do so. We often don’t want to, but moving on is the only way to keep the pleasant memories as they are.
“Do you ever notice people smiling?” She didn’t turn to him to get his attention, but threw the words out into the void wondering if they would be picked up and answered.
“I guess. Sure. What do you mean?” He didn’t turn either, casually answering her strange question.
“Like, do you ever notice other people. Do you see them smiling while you drive by them or as they pass by you on the street? Do you ever get jealous of them? What do they have to be smiling about that I don’t. What am I missing?”
“No, not really.”
“Oh. Maybe it’s just me then?”
“I don’t know. I’m sure there are others. It’s kind of naïve to think you’re the only one in the world who does something, or anything for that matter.”
She didn’t answer right away. She paused and thought over his answer.
“Why do you think you don’t get jealous when you see someone smiling? It feels so natural to me, wondering what it is that causes their face to shine like that.”
“Why don’t I get jealous when I see other people smiling?”
Soon I’ll find the right words, they’ll be very simple. – Jack Kerouac
I like you. I know it. You know it. Everybody knows it. If there ever was something that wasn’t a secret, me liking you is it.
You’re smart. I like that you read, even if I don’t enough. Reading is sexy because you accept that words are just as good as pictures.
I think you’re pretty. Your dark hair and cute smile. The way your eyes shine. You have the most kissable lips I can think of.
You keep me interested. I’ve never stopped wanting you from the moment I fell. I can’t imagine myself ever stopping either.
You know how to shut me up, and you do it in the best possible way.
I’m inspired by you. Every great thing I’ve ever written has been because of you, or about you. You will forever be the muse for my love and heartache.
It always comes back to you. No matter who else is there everything always comes back to you.
But in saying all of that, none of it really matters. The words are just cotton fluff meant to fuzz the edges as if they were a dream. There is only one thing that ends up mattering; do they make you smile?
You make me smile. It’s as simple as that. Why would it need to get any more complicated? Find someone who makes you smile and hold onto them. Don’t ever let go. You are that someone for me and because of that I’ll endure anything.
When you look at me
you make me smile
you’re still here.
I measured the days in her smiles. Some were short but sweet. Others went on and on while the sun nor the moon held jurisdiction over them. I’ve lived lifetimes through her smiles and grew old at the corners of her lips. Like the last leaf falling from a tree I’ll die when she stops.
There once was a girl who lost her smile. She didn’t know where it went or when she lost it. She didn’t know how it got misplaced or why she couldn’t ever seem to find it, all she knew was that every time she looked in the mirror her sad, dark eyes were packaged with her straight lips and nothing could make them budge.
Then she met a boy randomly on a spring evening. The boy was full of endless smiles and offered to give his over to her. She declined, saying it was his smile and he had to keep it for himself. Staring into her sad face made the boy want to rescue her. He wanted to be her knight in shining armor. He told the girl that he would help her look for the smile and he wouldn’t stop until they found it.
He took her by the hand and pulled her across the globe. From mountains, to jungles to desert plains and back again he helped her look for the missing smile. They climbed the tallest trees in the densest forests, but even among the beautiful firs and redwoods they couldn’t find it.
The boy wouldn’t give up though. He squeezed the girl’s hand tighter and took her into the darkest caverns that snaked down into the earth. The only light that shined was from the diamonds reflecting off of her eyes. But even in the deepest parts of the world they couldn’t find her smile.
Determination pushed the boy further. Even though he could not swim very well he dove into the oceans with her by his side. They swam each sea and every body of water they could find and nowhere resting along the floors did they find her smile. The girl was beginning to become distraught.
Noble gesture notwithstanding, his hard put efforts were making her feel worse. She did not want him to spend his time looking for her smile. She’d lived without it for a while now and could muster a replacement when any moment required. He didn’t have to dedicate himself so intensely to her well being.
What the girl didn’t understand was that the boy was never going to stop. His mission was to find her smile and affix it permanently on her face, and then to seal it with a kiss. However, each stop in every exotic location wasn’t just to find her smile, it was to hold her hand tightly and share the moments with her. All he wanted to do was have her at his side because she had made him smile wider than he had in a long time.
She found him so full of smiles but she didn’t realize that she was the reason he did. He found someone to put everything into and the least he could do was help her be happy. He hoped some day that he could be for her what she was to him. Until that day he would never stop looking for her smile and he would enjoy her company every second he had it.