The smile...

Sometimes, late at night, early in the morning, when no one is looking...

I feel down.

I feel lost.

I feel alone.

Regardless of my surroundings.

I feel unloved and ugly.

And in those moments I think of you.

I think of the way you smiled at me.

The way our eyes melted into each other's.

I think of the way you messed with your hair and laughed nervously.

I think of your eyes.

I think of the way you made me feel beautiful.

Even for just a moment.

I knew I was beautiful in your eyes.

And that knowledge rocked my soul.

It keeps me passionate.

It keeps me hopeful.

It makes me feel desirable.

For that moment, for that hour, we were one.

Just through our eyes, laughter, speech, and smiles.

That hour is one of the greatest of my life.

That hour showed me that someone else could see who I truly am.

That hour showed me that I could be strong.

Your eyes, pupils dilating as you stared deeply into mine.

You eyes, like deep water covering a burning warmth beneath.

Your smile showed me that you knew me.

Your smile showed me that you, like me, were nervous about how well we automatically knew one another.

Your eyes showed me that I am beautiful.

That moment keeps my heart and hope alive.

So, thank you.

For touching my life.

My heart.

My soul.

So deeply that you have made a mark on my love.

So deeply that you restored my faith and hope in love.

So deeply that when I see you, you are love.

So deeply that you, in that moment, showed me that I could have love in my life.

That I deserve love.

That I can find love.

© 2014 Kara Nelson