And Sometimes, If You Want The Truth,

He Slides His Hand Over My Cheek, One Finger Anchored Behind My Ear. Then He Tilts His Head Down And Kisses Me, Sending A Warm Ache Through My Body. I Wrap My Hands Around His Arm, Holding Him There As Long As I Can. When He Touches Me, The Hollowed-out Feeling In My Chest And Stomach Is Not As Noticeable.

Sometimes, The Best Way To Help Someone Is Just To Be Near Them.

It's Like He Knows, He Knows I Have A Thing For Her.

Sometimes I Just... Want To See It Again. Want To See You Awake.

I Am Fed Up. I Am Fed Up With Tears And Weakness. But There Isn't Much I Can Do To Stop Them.