the threads in her head

That sudden beauty that appears when he smiles sends me reeling. Even when I only see it in a memory, that soft curl captivates me, holding me securely and tightly in its charm.

I want to capture a picture of his smile. Not his grin. But that small smile of tenderness and care. That gentle curve as he smiles ever so sweetly at you. That gentle glow that spreads around him - that glow which blurs his other features, but burns that smile into my memory.

That smile that is tinged with the past and memories of sadness.

-heart-achingly beautiful.