Some nights she walks in with a slight smile gracing her lips, almost shy. Other nights I am greeted by tear stained cheeks and the scent of too much to drink. But always that look, right before I think better of it. That look is my downfall. Right before the kiss she looks as though, for a brief moment, her walls are down, she's vulnerable. Almost like me. Can she see that my eyes portray the same fleeting feelings. That for a moment there, I almost believe. Believe in love, in change, in the possibility of happiness. But happiness is a state of being, it's fleeting. And who wants to fight, when they could have an easier way out.