I rolled over in the bed away from him.
I felt the tears forming in my eyes and they fell onto the pillow.
I could feel his right arm encircle me.
And he turned my face to his.
"Hey, it's okay. It's okay, Becki."
He wiped a depression-filled tear away with his thumb and kissed my cheek.
I could feel my heart flutter and settle back into my chest as I rested my forehead against his.
And I fell asleep so scared, yet so safe.

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I hated nights like these.
But they were so great. :(

Don’t mean to be a bother
But have you seen this girl?
She’s been running through my dreams
And its driving me crazy it seems
I’m gonna ask her to marry me
Remembering Sunday

You don't understand.
You just don't understand.

I can't pick up the pieces.
I should be fine by now.
I should have been able to fix my broken heart all by myself.
I'm still haunted by my past.
I keep putting on a happy face.
I've been doing it ever since I was little.

I'm scared that I will wear the mask so long, that I won't know how to take it off.