smile

i wonder if any tears have ever touched me as deep as those. i felt sad, really sad when i noticed he was crying, for i could understand the feelings of that old, weathered man; and yet i felt happy at the same time, because my short visit was enough to make him feel that someone cared about him. when he said good-bye to me, he was crying - and he was smiling, as if thanking me for the handful of words we exchanged, and the questions i asked him (when i wasn't even there to visit him).

for a moment, i felt like i had a purpose, i swear. reality, though, took care of making me feel like shit shortly after. but still, for a moment, i felt happy. i smiled.