Who are you? I don't understand you at all, Emma.You're gone. You got the kids. Can we leave it at that? I don't want to know anything about your life, so please stop meddling with mine. Stop leaning in my doorway and checking up on my progress with that smile. It throws me off.
Seriously. What the hell do you think I'm going to do? Push out my chair and leap up with a chipper grin to tell you about all the happy shit that's going on in my life? No. you know full well as soon as I turn my head and see your smile, all I can see is your goddamned smile. the same one that used to crack at my jokes and tell me I was everything to you.
Fuck your smile. If you cared about me at all (which you don't, so I suppose this all makes sense), you would just disappear and stay gone, be nothing but a fairytale I hear from the boys.