For you, a thousand times over

        "It was only a smile, nothing more. It didn't make everything all right. It didn't make anything all right. Only a smile. A tiny thing. A leaf in the woods, shaking in the wake of a startled bird's flight.

        But I'll take it. With open arms. Because when spring comes, it melts the snow one flake at a time, and maybe I witnessed the first flake melting.

        I ran."

But I'll take it. With open arms.

Finished it this afternoon. I look forward to reading it again. And again. And again :)