Reasons to Smile

She smiles when she kisses her favourite boy, but what she doesn’t know is that it isn’t real.
She sits alone in her room imagining how magical it would be because the only kisses that did exist were from boys who made her cry.
She wishes she could trade with the universe all of the real ones for that one she dreams about.
He exists, just not in he world. But he exists. She wishes he would read this.
She wishes that he would step beyond the limits of his existence and enter her world for just one night, so they could dance in the streets they set on fire.
These wishes make her smile.

But of all things to smile about, it is yours that makes her happiest.
She hasn’t seen it in a while.
She smiles at that fading memory of that time you called her name from atop the stairs, with a cheeky grin on your face. She looked back up, but she quickly turned her back to you. The two of you kept walking; you sped up and she slowed down as she burned that moment into her memory. Now, it’s a scar that is beginning to heal, but she doesn’t want it to. Trying to etch it permanently into her heart, she smiles in reminisce.