The thing is you make me happy. You walked in when it seemed like the rest of the world walked out. You were there. You are there. I never need to pretend to you when I'm around you, when I'm talking to you, when I'm with you. You're hilarious; you make me laugh all the time. You seem to pick up that something's wrong before everyone else does and you know exactly what to say to make it all okay, and even if it's only for a short while, it helps. The thing is, I love you, and I'm so glad to have you. Thank God for you, thank you for you.

What defines us is how well we rise after falling. I'll find strength in pain. I will try to fix you, after I fix myself.

"Don't be weak," he whispered softly. She keeps quiet, letting out a loud sigh. "Hey, don't be weak, you can't be weak...." He whispered again. "You can't cry, once you do, you're weak. You lose. You can't." She stopped the tear from rolling out of her eyes and sighed again. "Oh please tell me what I can do, is there anything else I can do?" She asked. "You. Cannot. Be. Weak."

Tough times don't last, tough people do. Hang on. You will overcome this.