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Two more than yesterday.
Ugh, I feel like such a crazy stalker. I can't help it though. That smile just. I can't even begin to describe the feeling of getting to witness it.
The first one happened during glee when I told her a joke during one of Mr. Shue's long boring pep talks about the stupid meaningless assignment for this week. I can't even remember the joke, only her face.
The second one came when we were weighing Lord T this afternoon. The look on her face when she saw he had gained three pounds was torture, I had to do something to stop it. I told her the scale in her bathroom must be broken because he has totally slimmed down since the diet started. And she smiled that smile and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and said "thanks San". San. I hate that nickname, but coming from her it's fucking poetry.
I'm not talking about that cute little smirk she does either. No, she does that all the time to everyone. I'm talking about that smile. The one that doesn't happen as often as I want it to. The one that actually reaches her eyes, and I swear they turn even more pretty and blue and
WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO ME!?
I feel like some white dude babbling on about some white chick in a Nicholas Sparks book.
Gross.
This is a normal thing though right?
I mean it's not weird to want to see your best friend smile because it's like the most beautiful thing ever and even though you would love to be the only one causing those smiles just knowing that they're happening at all would be enough to keep you satisfied in all aspects of your life and oh my god
Nicholas Sparks is in my head.
This is not normal.
I am so fucked.