"I think, they think I'm going to tell them that I love them, or something like that, and that's why they leave. And its strange to me, because I told them I write fiction, or that I wrote fiction once. Before I gave all that up to hopefully just be well spoken."

What's the high water point on that smile of yours? Is it on a rollercoaster as a child? Are you recklessly saving it for your wedding day? Is that fruitless? Unfounded? I don't think I got to see it. I don't know, but I've got some good ones locked up in my mind. I wonder if you'll find it in a mirror? I hope you get to see it. Your cheek muscles at full flex under the weight of your most happiness. The olympics of your smile, when you tensed and so tired yourself out on too much life for the better.