When it Hurts to Smile

You never used to make me laugh in a loud, gut-wrenching kind of way. Not that often, anyway.

It was just the way you made me constantly smile.

You would hold my whole fucking face in one of your big hands and tell me my cheeks must be tired from all that grinning.

You were right; they were. They always were. But I couldn’t stop because you wouldn’t let me. And that made me so happy.