There was a day when we were twelve. We were sitting on the pair of swing sets at the park. I'd been talking a lot about the photos I took Sunday before when I had hunted things and places to take pictures of on my own and you had this soft smile on your face that I had to smile back. I asked, “What is it? You're smiling.”
And you told me almost shyly, swinging a little on your seat, “It's hard not to when you're here.”
Then we were deep in our comfortable silence until it was time for you to go home.
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Wearing My Smile | ✔
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