Missing His Smile created by LadyFawkes

Today marks one hundred days since I have seen you smile at me. Oh, how I miss everything about the view, both giving and receiving it. Everything about the way you look radiates warmth: your henna eye colour, your wheat skin tone, your wavy dark hair, dimples that I could get lost in forever -- I could drink you up everyday, much like I do my favourite chai -- spiced and toasty and comforting. It's become nearly impossible for me to find my own smile without you.