Such a sad boy. With sad eyes. And a sad heart. Sad everything. Too sad. I need to make him happy. Somehow. “I’ll make you smile a lot in the future,” I promise him after the silence finally gets to me. “You just wait and see. I will drive you so damn crazy, to the brink of insanity, where all you can do is smile. My form of torture will be lots and lots of jokes that will be so hilarious they’ll make you pee your pants.”
