“You don’t always have to smile.”
She didn’t say it.
As all quiet little fragile things go, she sat there and smiled.
He didn’t mind at all.
As all gloriously unfathomable illusions go, he stood there and made the world laugh.
She laughed along.
He smiled for a moment.
That’s how it went.
A chaotically happy relationship based on laughter and half-hearted promises.
A relationship based on a joke.
She didn’t say it.
And as far as hidden thoughts and discarded words go, she didn’t know that he knew what she wanted to say.
He knew.
But he didn’t say it.
And as far as this psycopathic relationship went, they would never know.
That they both felt the same about the very thing that kept them apart.
