So I wrote this at 3am in the morning. It may make very little sense. I apologize for that. Try not to judge me.

No one has read this so I have no idea what it's like. All mistakes belong to moi. ;)

Disclaimer: Not mine... Blah blah blahhh.

Sometimes when you're alone you'll sit and wonder where it all went wrong. When your foolproof life plan fell apart. When your baby was taken away, when your marriage ended, all those times when your partner took that step too far.

Sometimes you wonder why you bother with anything. You wonder why you get up in the morning. Why you put on that smile and hide the pain in your eyes. Why you don't let anyone in.

Except him.

Sometimes when you're alone you'll suddenly find that you aren't. You try to keep him out but he pushes and shoves until you let him in. Sometimes you hate him for it. Sometimes it's just what you need.

Except now you're at home. Sitting in an empty house and you're thinking how this was not your plan. You planned to have a family. A busy home, a noisy home, a fun home. A home filled with love. You wonder how you ended up with a silent house.

You thought he could change. You thought he would change. You thought he would do it for you. You thought he wanted the life you did, that he would fight for it, like you were.

But instead he gave up.

And he left you with nothing.

Nothing but painful memories and an empty heart.

Sometimes you feel whole again. Sometimes you'll be with him. He'll make you laugh and smile and forget about the ache inside.

But then you go home.

And the vicious cycle starts again.

You wonder how good your game face is. You wonder if everyone sees through you or if they're all just to polite to say anything.

You wonder if he knows. If he sees. If anyone does he does. But he doesn't say anything. You put that line there and he respects it. He stays out.

Sometimes you need him to butt in. Sometimes you just want someone to say something.

But then again, you don't. You don't want anyone to see you break.

So you keep your game face on.

You hide behind smiles and shallow laughter.

You sometimes feel like a ghost. Like you're not really here.

Just floating.

Sometimes you vow to yourself that you'll stop feeling like this every time you walk into your house.

You tell yourself that you don't need another person to complete you.

You assure yourself that you are enough.

But you're not.

You crave a connection.

A connection not complicated by lines and work.

Something light and easy.

Someone to come home to.

But you work long hours and you never have time to find that someone. You tell yourself that you need to stay in your office until the early hours of the morning. You tell yourself that without doing it the company wouldn't function.

But you know that isn't true.

You lock yourself away because you're scared.

Scared that if you did find a real connection that it wouldn't last. And you would be broken again. And you can't let that happen.

You won't let that happen.

So you'll stay in your office. And you'll put your game face on each morning. Keep your smile fixed in place. Try to hide the emptiness in your eyes.

It's safer than the alternative.

That's it. Short and

Ok. You REALLY need to R&R because I have issues with this piece. :/