Do you love my smile? I wonder if it makes your heart skip the way it does mine when you look at me. It’s more than just a curve of my lips—it’s the little spark in my eyes, the warmth I feel when I’m with you. My smile, I think, is just a reflection of how you make me feel inside. When I’m with you, it comes naturally, effortlessly. But do you see it the way I hope you do? A quiet expression of everything I’m too shy to say. So, do you love my smile? I hope you do.
