Mona Lisa’s Hidden Smile

She frowns without any reason. Maybe there’s one, but she wouldn’t tell me. She gets annoyed of me, yet I did nothing but stare at her. Maybe it’s my presence, my mere presence. I can get pretty annoying sometimes, actually, most of the time. Her mood swings can prove it. But still, I continue to love her more and more. These quirks are the things that made me fall for her. It could happen everyday, but I fear not.

It’s her.

I can still see those micro-smiles hidden. Two or three, those make me feel better. And at the end of the night, her head on my shoulders while her eyes are closed, we cruise through the street lights. Everything’s now quiet. Serene. Blissful.

It’s just one of those days.