That Smile

That smile has something.

When it spreads from his lips and his eyes become squinty with the weight of its purity, most of it spills through the corners of his eyes like sunshine breaking through cloudy sky.

There is something in that smile you can't quite put your finger on.

Dangerously irresistible.

Something that compels you to stuff all your hopes and dreams in a backpack and wade through jungle of uncertainty.

Something that makes you jump off the cliff of the unknown, without even checking for a parachute.

Something that crashes on your parched soul like waves in a demure river and drenches it in peace.

Yes, something that- God forbid- if you happen to lose, will push you into abyss of nothingness.
And you knowingly walk into furnace anyway...
greedily scraping every bit of happiness off the bottom of your cauldron of life.

Because that's what his smile is made of.
Promises.
Hopes.
And something that tastes like, unmistakably- pure happiness.