To Ponder on the Existence of a Smile.

It rises and falls in much the same way. Sometimes instant, sometimes slow and quick to form. The smile doesn’t always align in symmetry; in fact the most natural can be somewhat lopsided. I haven’t looked in a mirror when I’ve smiled a natural smile – I’d become conscious of it, the shape would change. It’s a glimmer in the eye that makes a smile real. A twinkle, and the wrinkling of the lines by the eye. It’s the formation of a perfect story – a beginning, a middle and an end. The best smile winks at me in joy, a flash of the pearly whites, combined with a depth in the eye that tells me you’re pleased to be sharing that moment with me. A smile can make a friendship. A smile can secure someone’s love. But a fake smile, or a forced smile, can break all bonds and knock all walls.