Little Things

She smiled today. A few times. Some real smiles. She felt warm in the freezing cold. Because of a little thing. A little sweater. Don’t laugh. It seems funny, she knows. But this is what it has come down to. Something had to make her happy, and this item; a sweater, seemed to be enough. This is what it has come down to. She doesn’t understand how to feel happy anymore, but now she is able to feel something. Smile a little more. She decides she will take what she can get, regardless of how temporary the happiness will be. She will stay strong, and try to smile. She will make everyone who hates her see she doesn’t care. Even if she is weak, she will pretend to be strong. She will look ahead and not behind. Or she’ll at least try. It’s funny how all of this was brought upon by a little thing.