tricky like that.

I can tell by the way she watches me, that she likes watching me smile.

I can also tell that she needs me, and that she loves me. it's nice, it's nice to be wanted...

but, it's killing me. I can give her one more smile, I'll try to laugh, because I know that makes her happy.

I'll hold her at night, and I'll kiss her, and tell her I love her. and she'll tell me she loves me, and sometimes I'll nearly cry after she says it. and love bursts through my heart, and I'll hold her again.

then, I can tell by the way she looks at me sometimes, sometimes when I drift off, or I have forgotten to laugh. she knows; I'm just not in this anymore. 

the love isn't dying. we're dying. she's dying to me, and I can't help but feel like I'd rather be anywhere else but with her, holding her.

love's tricky like that.