It was that man's smile that made my life worth while. It was seeing that man jump through the snow, it was listening to that man's stories of what once was. It was the way that man made love to me, held me before and after. It was the way that man's face lit up when he saw me. It was the way that man would sream the lyrics to his favorite song, or bash on his steering wheel when he heard a nice drum beat. It was the way that man would look down at me before pulling me in to steal a kiss. It was the smirk that ran across his face when he said something sly, and the way that the same smirk turned so easily to an innocent smile. It was the way he loved me, and the way I never noticed that he treated me like a princess. I hurt him, and now he's too far gone to feel. He says he needs time, but he's truly leaving. He's leaving, and by the time he takes the first step out the door, there will be no love left. Only pain. The part that hurts the most is knowing that I'm the reason that that smile he would so proudly wear is gone. He still smiles at other girls, still smiles at jokes, but there's nothing in his eyes. There's nothing there.