A smile I gave her; a smile she stole from my lips to wear on her own. A smile she crafted specifically for me, and only me. A smile I would die a hundred times over just to see, because it’s my own personal heaven. And that’s the moment. This is the moment I realize, with the utmost certainty, that I am completely, utterly, wholly, absolutely, beautifully, and achingly in love with Wendy Marin.
