Uncrowned heroes.

Sometimes, it's easier to remember things you did and you didn't do and cry buckets of tears on either of them, some with a smile and some with regret. But mostly, I wonder about that guy who was the first one to shyly admit that he was in love with my smile. Sometimes, when I think about it, it seems to be the only genuine compliment that stands out amongst all the ones that were deliberate, had a hidden motive. But that day, it was just about my smile. And today, when I remember it, it seems like he was my hero.