Romans & histoires Thinking About You Makes Me Smile

I say to myself. The thought makes me happy, and I go about taking a shower with a goofy smile on my face.

His smile. I just love his smile, I promise myself I will always make him smile. I would do anything within my power to make him keep smiling. It suits him. His smile brings out his handsome face, his smile makes me forget myself sometimes. His smile leaves me speechless and makes me do things without thinking. His smile is having a lot of effect on me. I don't think he knows how much I fucking love him and I am so happy that he reciprocate back my love.

I would say staying around them you will smile a lot because I have been smiling since and he just has this way of making me smile. "I will definitely not stop smiling because a smile is like makeup you have got to wear and takes absolutely nothing from you to smile." He studied me for a while which I kind of found out that he has been doing since he met me outside.

“It's none of your business” “Hmmm, I'm just glad there someone to make you smile over the years”

My mate has a contagious smile, you just can't help it. I just pray our happy moments won't be short-lived.

"Hey...Teddy listen,I've realised there's some drift between us and it didn't take me long to realize that, and to be honest...I feel you okay? I think I'm into you,and I want you because you make me happy and every minute I think of our memories I just smile endlessly, like I just shine and I don't want the feeling to end you know, you are the reason of my smile,you've been, please don't let it stop.

I thought with a smile. -----

sleep well😘 This biggest smile grew on my face as I read that and I quickly typed back. ME: you have no idea how happy this makes me. I was worried but yeah I'm glad you enjoyed and had fun. I did too and Olivia is pretty amazing. She was great please tell her that.💓

I sigh. “Ouuf, but you look more beautiful when you smile.” he argues, my cheeks heating up at the compliment. “And that's according to research,” he adds, ruining the moment with his bullishit but also steading my heart rate. “Your smile can't be compared to the makeup you're wearing, it is more beautiful, have you never heard that?”

"Delivery for KYOLINE DIEGO." "That's me!" I give the delivery guy a big smile, and he smiles back. That's the nice thing about smiles and laughter—they're infectious and brighten up the whole day. Maybe that's a dumb thing to think, but with all my problems, I hold on to small things like this.