I'm lying in bed...just crying...and crying...and crying. You walk in the house...and I don't even have enough in me to call out to you...but I do quiet down. I don't want you to hear me like this...especially when I'm crying about you.
But you know something is wrong. You just feel it...sense it. And so you walk around, calling my name, opening doors, becoming worried...until you finally come to my room...and I'm curled up into a ball...clutching a pillow and shaking with sobs.
Oh baby...
you say, and you come over and lay down beside me, holding me close to you. I try to squirm away, but you only hold me tighter, stroking my hair...whispering in my ear.
It's okay baby. Just cry. It's okay. It's okay...
And I can't help it. You smell so good...and you're so real...and I just want to give in...let you take care of me. So I do...and I cry...and then my crying becomes less intense, until finally I'm just sniffling.
You push my face up to yours gently, holding my chin...and I look up at you...and in some corner of my mind the thought comes that I must look horrible...
But I don't shy away from your eyes...because they're warm...smiling...accepting. You use the pad of your thumb to brush the tears from my cheeks and eyes, and you lean down and kiss me gently on the nose.