Yess, don’t give me that-kind-of-smile, it scares me. More than reptile scares me. I mean it. Lately I feel so much stress because of it.
Yess, it disgusts me. Smile; that-kind-of-smile. How could I become this skeptic about smile when people thought I was the one who really love to smile? They used to say that it would be a hard thing to see me a day without a smile; I was a cheerful type, easy going, and had quite good sense of humor, they said. But what was it? the smile that you guys just gave me?
To tell you, even though I had to fake my smile. I wasn’t smile that would turn you down. That fake smile of mine must have a meaning; I hide something behind it. I didn’t want you to pity me, or if you were have a good intention on me, I didn’t want to worry you by seeing my worry or my sadness.
I never ask someone to always have a wide smile, but for me it would be so much better if you just don’t smile instead of giving me that-kind-of smile because for me, I would rather not to smile than to give a ‘backstabbing smile’.
I beg you please because it makes me confuse too.