Her Smile

“You still make me smile, even if you are the reason of my sorrow”

I had everything before I saw you but now I feel empty without you. Take me back to the day I met you, that smile on your face I reminisce, reminds me where the trouble began. It was that smile, that damn smile for which I messed everything up. That was the day I realized that silence is sometimes, really loud.

I was like a shame plant and her smile was like a touch which made me droop. But then again, the sun comes up and I feel like I’m in the ocean of my dreams.

I knew it wasn’t fair, I knew it went wrong, but I couldn’t help it. And after a while, the anger I felt had become a part of me, embracing it was the most effective way I knew to subside the grief. I couldn’t like whom I’d become, but it was too late. I was stuck in the cycle of my own imperfections.

A flood of emotions rushes into me. Pain and anger, sadness and pity. But most surprising of all, hope.

This hope helps me to fill the holes of frustration in my heart, but sometimes there’s nothing left to do but move on.

I never want to lose myself in search of someone again. The ocean of feelings and infinitude respect will always be there in my heart.