You were always smiling.
You were always smiling and offering me your sweets, even when I told you you couldn't risk giving me a sweet tooth as well. What would that mean for the queendom, I said, half-serious, if everyone knew that the errant Boarderlander could bribe me with the most measly sweet cake?
Even when we slipped away, when we ran out into the night because we weren't allowed and this wasn't right, you would always peel away and I would come off with a tarty-tart clutched in my hand, or a mostly toasted oatie almost powder in my fist.
You were always smiling, even when you were with me and we deepened and darkened, and even as I held you and you cried out you were smiling.
When I saw you again, the diary projecting your image clear as day for me to watch and try to touch and remember, you were smiling as the tears ran down your face.
When you saw your daughter -- my daughter -- our daughter, your face lit up for just a moment, and you smiled so brightly that the suns cannot hope to match its radiance.
Even at the end, you were smiling.
Cheers, my darling.
I'll miss you.
--&&in memory of .weaver------