one of those smiles

[whiteyalmighty]

She smiled at me. She smiled at me understandingly--it was much more htan understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of external reassurrance in it, that you may come across three or four times in life. it faced--or seemed to face--the whole external world for the shortest instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistable prejudice in your favor. it understood you just so far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you owudl like to believe in yourself and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey. Precisely at that moment it also vansihed.

i love it.

p.s. i hate irony. and things you'd never expect.

p.s. agian - for the most part.