I love looking over at you and seeing that smile. I love knowing that you are there right beside me. All my wounds have healed, and the only thing cracking my face is the truth. I cling to the end of my sleeves my knuckles turning white. I’m afraid to reach out for you just to find out it’s a dream. I want to hold your hand because the thought of losing you petrifies me. I can’t lose you. I’ve lost too much. Why do you make me so happy?