Cliche

Thursday night, at some dive diner Bill and I were messing around with our phones. I told him to smile so I could take a picture of him.

He smiled and leaned forward into the camera. Our eyes met, and searched one another for a few seconds before I was able to break the spell and take a picture. I believe I captured a hint of longing in his eyes, or, maybe I'm just hoping.

I think, though, that there is something there, he just doesn't want there to be. Or, maybe, there isn't anything there, and I just want there to be.