His Smile, MY Smile

I heard him call my name and I turned expectantly. The intensity of the past eight months welled up within me. I was finally going to physically meet the person who had won my heart with his words.

I’d seen his picture, of course, but that was nothing like actually looking at a person face-to-face.

There he was, close enough for me to touch at last. I moved into his warm embrace.

Then I took a good look. Photographs had not done justice to him, or maybe it was simply that no camera had ever captured that brightly gleaming smile.