T W E N T Y E I G H T

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He is always smiling.

Every time he's looking at her,

He's smiling.

When he speaks to her,

He's smiling.

She can even hear his smile over the phone.

She loves it.

She loves it when she know he's happy just hearing her voice.

Because she knows,

There aren't much she can give to make him happy.

It's the least she could do for him. 

She couldn't have given him the world.

She couldn't have possibly make him happy,

It's enough.

Her voice is enough to make him happy.

And it made her happy.

But sad at the same time.

Seeing that smile on his face is laced with hurt.

But he still smile anyway.

Because that is what he does.

He smiles.

Because of her.

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