The park was quiet, bathed in the warm glow of late afternoon. You sat on a weathered bench beside your boyfriend, the distant sound of laughter carried on the breeze.

You laughed at something he said— quick and genuine, but your hand flew to your mouth, hiding your smile. You’d always been insecure about it, convinced it wasn’t as pretty as it should be.

He turned to you, his eyes soft but steady, watching you for a moment before gently taking your hand away. “Your smile makes me happy,” he said. “Don’t hide my happiness away.”

You didn’t reply, but his words stayed with you. And for the first time— you laughed freely, letting your smile shine.

His gaze softened, “See? So pretty.” he murmured with a gentle smile.