smile :)

just smile.. d****t

You would spin around in your long skirt and favorite shirt, and with worry upon your face you asked, “Do I look good?”

I would smile, and kiss you, so you would blush and smile, then say, “You’re beautiful.”

Waiting to go to the dance you nervously would talk and turn to me just to ask; worried again, “do I look beautiful?”

Trying not to say anything, I would go over to you and kiss you, and then wait until you smiled and then say, “You do now.”

With you slumped over the couch in your hole-y pajamas and your hair in a giant knot across your face, you asked, "how do I look?" And you started smiling as you asked…

"Beautiful," joined with a kiss was my only reply...