Thoughts...

I didn't understand at the time when he said he could tell my "real" smile from the smile I've grown used to using, until I compared a picture from when he used to mean something to me, to a picture I recently took. There was once life and joy that shone through my eyes and my smile came easy, and it really was different. Now my eyes seem lifeless and cold, and smile just isn't the same...He must have known me oh so well, in order to really be able to tell.
I find it hard to care. But there is always something good that comes from the bad. When I find that good, I will be so glad.