The reason I loved his smile was because he flashed it at me so often.
I'd like to believe he fell in love with mine for the same reason, but what we'd like to believe can be so far from the truth.
We had this little routine, where any time we'd make eye contact, we couldn't help it. He'd give me that little smile that you try to hide, and break eye contact. I'd return it. Just a small, close lipped smile. Maybe a little giggle. But it was the smile that you're trying so hard to keep from showing, you're trying to keep a straight face and you can't. So we would both look away.
You know the feeling.
It was like playing hide and seek with our faces, and our happiness. But there was no searching involved, because as soon as I'd look for his smile, I'd find it.
And it was so pure, and so sweet. Every time. We wouldn't say a word, but we'd both glance up from books we were reading, or from helping customers, or grabbing a Popsicle from the freezer, and just look at each other. And we'd both turn away, trying to hide a smile.
What I should've been hiding wasn't my smile, but my heart.
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He Is, He Isn't
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