gazes, smiles, wishes

she walked past and paused long enough to smile, really smile into his blue eyes. it would have been too akward and forced to stop and hold a conversation to tell him what she really thought and tell him how sad she was when she saw him.

not sad about the past or the future, but sad that his life wasn't full. it wasn't her place to determine fullness, but his just seemed empty. creative artistry gone to waste behind clouds of mindless smoke.

this time she tried. she stopped, smiled and attempted to put paragraphs of meaning behind her eyes and smile. did he actually get it? "i'm happy, life is bursting at the seams, i am in love and i wish the same for you." he actually smiled back. it wasn't a smile with only his mouth but also with his eyes. he looked a little puzzled by her look, but he challanged it with meaning of his own.

she wasn't sure if she got it. she imagined that he was saying he was trying, or at least tonight he was happy, happy with the girl he was with, happy with life, happy with the future. maybe it was her own wishful thinking that interpreted his gaze to that extent, but she really believed that maybe he would be okay.