I miss that smile

I miss that smile. A smile that lit up a room, a smile that warmed my heart and filled my emptiness. A smile that reached his eyes, that softly spoke to my heart that warm summer’s evening he first smiled at me across a crowded room. 
I miss that smile. I miss the person behind that warm, loving, caring smile. The smiling eyes, the smiling heart, the smiling voice. Mother Teresa may have been right: Let us always meet each other with a smile, for the smile is the beginning of love...