I have a special kind of smile that grows on my face when I'm in love. I didn't know about it until my friend Cara pointed it out to me in the midst of a smokey bar that always smelled of stale cigarettes and the cheap beer we were drinking. It normally appeared whenever I got that nice shot of dopamine from hearing the chime of my phone and seeing a text from one of the girls that probably still owns at least a piece of my heart to this day.
She was right. I started noticing it after that whenever I was alone.
It just happened to me right now... sitting alone in a Starbucks.
I'm sure it's happened while I've been writing before but this was the first time it ever occurred to me that it was my 'in love' smile.
I know that life is so much sweeter when shared with someone. I really do. It's why I'm always writing some story about some girl falling effortlessly, stupidly and irrevocably in love.
But I'll still take the 'love smiles' in this form. I haven't been this happy with life in general in a long, long time.