Today, while sitting with his wife, arguing over the rent and the last cigarette, a middle aged man asked me why I was smiling so much. I couldn’t help but think it was a ridiculous question. Maybe he didn’t see the beautiful boy I walked in with.. Though, I was positive he did. Maybe he didn’t see the way i looked at this boy. I was sure, anyone who had ever felt love, would recognize the smile I was wearing in a second. I sat there the rest of the night, wishing he knew what it felt like, wondering if he would ever know what it felt like. Maybe he had felt it at one time. The feeling of love. Butterflies. Complete Happiness. Maybe it fades.. Or maybe I got lucky.

(Screen) Name: brittanimarie

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