Smile For Me

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I just love that special smile of yours. I know that the first time I saw you displaying it that I wanted it for myself. I wanted to be the recipient of that smile and I wanted it so badly, oh so very badly that I went for you with ferocious determination. I watched as it slowly formed, your delectable lips twisting upwards and then parted to allow your teeth to be seen. Many animals bare their teeth as a warning to others to stay back, but not you. As you revealed your teeth and your smile widened into a grin I watched transfixed. I could see the effect it had on those near you. I could see how they felt happier for seeing your smile. I detected it in their faces, in their reactions and if I had been close enough I have little doubt that I would have been able to hear their pleasure and joy as you allowed them to bask in the warmth of your smile. It was inclusive. You showed it to everyone sat around that table and nobody was missed out. You did not break into laughter. That would almost have been vulgar and spoilt scintillating effect of the way you conveyed such emotion to others near you. I continued to watch from my position across the bar as the words of whoever it was I was with that night, I cannot recall now, became nothing but white noise. I only allowed myself to hear her expressions of irritation at how I was distracted by you.

I made my excuses, feigning illness and dispatched whoever it was I was with, I cannot recall now, in a taxi with an already broken promise to call whoever it was, I cannot recall now and once that person who I cannot now recall had gone I returned to the restaurant. I positioned myself next to your table, sat at the bar and allowed myself to eavesdrop on the conversation that you were engaged in as I allowed myself a closer examination of your smile. It appeared frequently and never diminished in its brilliance. It was engaging, captivating and I had to have it. With customary ease I allowed myself to join your table once the dining had been concluded on the pretext of making a point arising from something you had said. I had already established from the body language around the table that none of the attending men were accompanying you and the behaviour of the other women indicated they were no more than friends. No ring rested on your wedding finger and you responded to my polite intrusion with a brief flash of that smile. I knew the drawbridge was down and the portcullis was up.

Accordingly, I made your smile mine and how I revelled in those perfect lips as they moved into that glorious smile. I had known fuller lips but yours were certainly not what I would call thin. Your left cheek dimpled when you smiled broadly and thereafter I knew that your smile was only truly for me. Yes, you smiled for others and I was proud of you for doing so, allowing them to experience it but only at a fraction of what was reserved for me. I was the sole recipient of the full magnitude of that smile and its amazing effect. You conveyed so much to me with your smile. The times you smiled at me in supportive admiration as I held forth at dinner parties, your appreciative smile when I did something for you, the sensual smile when you knew that our sexual congress was looming, the amazed smile when I stunned you with yet another example of my brilliance, your satisfied smile when you looked at me across the living room from where you were reading a book, safe and content in our world where your smile was mine and nobody else’s. I relished seeing your sleepy smile when I turned to you in the morning and gently kissed you on the nose. I delighted when you contacted me using your video capability on your ‘phone and you deliberately showed only your smiling mouth. Countless times I would record you doing so and play the footage back when I sat alone and relished the sensation which washed over me as I watched.

What made your smile so special was the fact that you gave it willingly to me. You told me that nobody had made your smile as much as I had. I took no issue with that for I knew it was something that I was entirely capable of. Your sweet, illuminating smile belonged to me, was engaged for me and existed just for me. I worked so hard to ensure that your mouth gave me that smile again and again and again. It sustained me and invigorated me, turning a moment of weakness into one of edifying strength in but a moment. I can truly say that nobody else has had a smile which has such an effect on me as yours. I saw what it did for other people and I knew that they were only experiencing a small percentage of what I felt because the true power and radiance of that smile was kept just for me because you understood me, you knew how I needed it and you were content and delighted to provide it to me. It was a beautiful smile, a beguiling smile, an admiring smile, a playful smile, an engaging smile, an enticing smile, an uplifting smile and so much more but above all else it was your special smile. Special for me.

Most of all though I cherished your smile because better than anyone else you knew how to hide everything behind that smile. I knew this is what you did and I knew he began teaching you to do so all that time ago. I made sure  that you continued to use your smile in this way. I completed your learning. Now it cloaked everything that the world did not need to know about. I made your smile extra-special didn’t I?

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9 thoughts on “Smile For Me”

  1. This totally pissed me off when I read it…he used to say he loved my smile…lmao what a creep……(no offense toward you HG) he tried so hard to diminish it.. he lost.. I’m smiling bigger than ever!! Holidays are here .. he used to be so cranky at this time of year, I used to say ” what the hell was wrong with your family that they all hate Christmas? ” my kids love Christmas 🎄.. joy, faith, hope, and only MY happy family this year!!

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  2. So there is a physical attraction? Not just the empathic character of our kind? I was wondering about that. Nicely written and so beautiful if it wasn’t for that last twist. Wish it could have been appreciated in its purest form longer…

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  3. This made me angry. From the ex narc (G) hoovering (malign), my smile came and went according to circumstance. Enter narc (M). The whole time trying to seduce me while knowing what I was going through with the ex. Pretending support. Im so pissed off!! At myself yes, but more at him. Thank goodness the red flags were there, which made me wait. Now he’s moved onto another with a lovely smile for him. The poor woman.

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  4. What is it about the smile ..he claimed he was obssessed with my smile …he actually gave me the confidence to. Realize I really do have a nice smile & much more .ha ha ha to him ..of course this creature is far different than your typical narc.anyway I dnt think his intentions were to give me more. Confidence ,then try & take it away .& expecting id keep it right ?well I did he belittled me after the fact when I left in crazy bizzare freaky ways & it didn’t bother me in the least because I knew he was full of shit

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  5. He always told me he loved my smile. Even when I was kicking him out the door one time he said ‘can I have one last smile?’

    He also wrote a godawful song called ‘Smile’ for me. It was the story of my life – and ended when I met him – my ‘true love’.

    Geez it was terrible – and I let him know, too. I still laugh at telling him that.

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