I looked over at you and wonder:
Why aren’t you smiling?
Why aren’t you laughing?
Why aren’t you happy?
Why aren’t you….you?
Then I remember that I don’t smile a lot of the times, I don’t laugh much and I’m rarely “happy” anymore. But that’s me. That’s not you. You’re always happy, you’re always smiling and you’re always laughing. That’s who you are. But…you weren’t. Why?
I looked over at you and it nearly broke my heart. I don’t like seeing you like that. i don’t like knowing that you’re upset. I don’t like knowing that you’re in pain. I don’t like seeing that you…aren’t you, even if it’s just for that moment.