Your smile.
There's nothing like your smile.
Your eyes light up when you smile.
Not those fake smiles.
But when you really smile.
It makes me happy.
But it also kills me.
But I'm also very, very happy.
I'm happy that you're ok.
Even if I'm not.
And I'm happy that you still have your real smile. It helps me know you're not broken.
Even if that smile will never be directed towards me again.
