He strummed his guitar and the words spilled out of his mouth like syrup. I felt as if my ears were being touched softly with velvet. He looked at me as he sang, "Oh, you make me smile," with just that smile lingering on the side of the mouth. He stopped strumming as he sang, staring at me and holding the microphone with both hands, his expression lively and lovely. I stood up and walked over to him as he finished, his lips curling up to the widest smile I had ever seen. I sat down and took his face in my hands. "I love your smile," I whispered. He laughed and I smiled widely, kissing his cheek. He took my hands off his face and squeezed them as he kissed me.
"You make me smile."
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