A smile holds still upon my face for the first time in a long time. Yes, how weird and odd it feels upon my self.
I want to scratch it away just out of habit, but this time I feel its company comforting, like a sweet bud blooming for the years first spring. How did I obtain such a gift you may be asking.
The truth is I have no clue, not the slightest idea. Maybe my mind forgot or refuses to tell me, or that sly bastard planted it cause he was tired of that cracked frown that felt like a stain.
Truly the story does not matter to me, the only thing I worry about now is keeping it forevermore.