Something about reading updates on someone else's life makes me smile.
The pure blissful thought that they don't have to deal with me makes me smile.
The way the words flow, uncaring and exciting.
That is the icing.
But I have to detach myself from me, I think.
I have to think outside of my being, get a hold.
To be able to realize I should have stopped reading half the books in my digital library months ago.
But it's the smile that keeps me there.
The unaware one, the one I give in return for a quirky quote.
But I have to remind myself that it's changed now.
I can't just smile and be able to talk about it.
Because my smile is extinct to you.
And there's nothing either of us can do.
