candlewax
I sat on the chair, wondering how anyone could have said that to me. Was she serious? Had she meant it to be a joke? Storming out afterward lead me to believe the former, but for some reason, I had hope. A dim flicker of hope struggling to thrive in my chest, but hope all the same. We weren't enemies. She still loved me.
I used to be so optimistic. A beaming smile that brightened everyone's day. But the clouds of adulthood have hidden that glow behind a veil of shadow and truth... life isn't all sunshine and daisies.
But she... she makes everything worthwhile. A reason for me to smile every now and then, even if I don't mean it.