I could write a book on the way she smiles.
Sometimes in pictures, all lips, and all I can think about is kissing them.
Sometimes in bed, big and candid, full of teeth, just the way she doesn't want anyone to see.
She smiles small, like a secret, you can see it at the corners of her mouth.
She smiles from her eyes, sometimes, even when her lips don't make even the slightest move.
Her smile makes me smile, no matter how she does it. It lights up my ******* world, just knowing that some little thing has made her happy.