His Smile.

She liked his smile. She tried complimenting him through his hand brushed back hair. The sun was practically set and the sky was a gray-blue. But he still shined to her while their eyes greeted each other and conversed. She playfully walked around him and he purposely stopped in his tracks when she was directly behind him. She knew he'd do it, but it shocked her anyway. They continued their walk with random laughter and awkward comments.

She knows he comes across to her in ways that aren't exactly true. It always looks the way it isn't when they're happy. It may be partially true, but perhaps its not her place to determine that until he proves she's wrong. But while she is around him, she forgets most of those facts that come to mind during his absence. She enjoys his company to its full extent. But when it's over, the cycle starts all over again.

When she causes his anger to appear, her heart cracks. Her immediate response is to reverse his feelings back to a better mood. Yet after all those moments go by and his eyes go back to smiling, they laugh over the tiff that happened. It is the part of their bond she values the most and too often forgets. The true forgiveness that should never leave their friendship. Maybe it plays the biggest role in what keeps them in each other's lives. Maybe it's one of the greatest reasons why they can still be happy.

At the end of the night she thanks him for all the things they did that day. He thanks her back and she slowly stalls her way out of his car. But the moment before she closes the door to head inside her house, she always remembers his smile. Walking away from that one special treasure she found, a part of her leaves with him. She often looks back to watch him drive away.

He is the diamond you do not want to lose, nor break. The item you find in a store that you cannot put down. He is the perfect decoration to her life, and to remove him from this spot is the very equaling to death. His eyes are windows to the most beautiful home. His touch is that split second of strength and comfort, and the effects of a burning flame. The love that remains in her lungs keeps her breathing, and she cannot stop. His presence is this magnetic force and her opposite end attracts. Everywhere he goes, she feels this tug. And the further he runs, the harder it pulls.

The chains that keep her here are hardly noticeable for him. He is not tied to her, but she is tied to him. No matter what he does, what he says, and where he goes, she loves him. In every situation, every argument, every painful word he might speak, she loves him. In every scream, every hit, every stab in her heart, she loves him. In every smile, every compliment, every gift, she loves him. There is nothing he can ever do to cause her to completely stop.

She liked his smile. Because it was directly at her.