You Make Me Smile

He looks down at his feet.
His cheeks have grown red.
"You Make me smile.
And thats not easy."
"I'm Glad I can make you smile."
She's looking at him, trying to read him.
He chuckles lightly, eyes still on his feet.
"Me too..It means a lot."
"How much does it mean?"
Shes smiling.
He finally looks up at her.
"It means that I better not let you ever get away."
"Then you better hold tight."
Her smile's growing.
He grins, a little lopsidedly. "Plan to."
"Good, Because I'm definatly not letting go."
She takes his hand and kisses him softly.