Lizzie and I don't get home from school at the same time, because she always has soccer practice. So my heart dropped when she walked in and shoved her stuff to the floor, crying about something. She didn't look ready to talk to anyone, and she ran up to her room.

I asked Casey, who had picked her up and might know, what was wrong, and she said Oliver had broken up with her, but that it was all Lizzie had been willing to say. Let me tell you, I haven't felt such mixed emotions in a long time. This is what I wanted! I wanted Lizzie all to myself, and now she was single. But I had wanted her to dump him. I didn't want her to come home miserable!

My first instinct, after comforting her of course, was to go after him and yell about how idiotic he was. Of course, I hadn't known the cause of their breakup, and it wasn't fair to him if I did. Sometimes things don't work out, and it wouldn't have been any better if he'd just stayed with her until they fought it to death.

I made my way up the stairs to find Lizzie. I knew that if she would talk to anyone it would be me. She'd tell the other family members she didn't want to talk about it, but to me, she'd spill it. I knocked on her door.

"Casey, I don't want to talk about it."

"It's not Casey, It's me, Edwin."

Seconds later the door opened, and she stood there with a tear stained red face. I silently offered her my shoulder and she just collapsed into my arms. This was a bit scary. I wasn't entirely sure what to say. But I could tell she was hurting, so I took a shot in the dark and said what felt right.

"Liz, you aren't going to feel this way forever. You'll move on. Don't let Oliver get to you."

I wasn't sure if that really made sense to say, though. I still didn't know why they broke up. Lizzie cleared that up now though.

"Oliver broke up with me because he said he didn't think my heart was in it. To be honest, he's probably right. I don't think it was. But what hurts is being rejected. Although, I guess if my heart wasn't in it, he was feeling rejected too. And that hurts me. I don't want to hurt someone. It's so complicated! If all I'm hurting about is a rejection I got for rejecting someone, then really I shouldn't be hurting at all, but guilty for leading him on. So now I'm the bad guy, you know?"

"No, Lizzie, you aren't a bad guy. You can't help it if you don't have feelings for him. But did you even realize it?"

"No. Yeah. Sort of. I mean, there was something missing, I knew it a while ago. But I didn't want to hurt him because I thought I was wrong."

"Well maybe you should talk to him about it. It might make both of you feel better."

"Hey I think you're right. Thanks, Ed."

"Anytime. Now I've got a song for you!" This was something that had become a habit for us, since then. It seemed the Tapestry album had a song for every occasion. I knew this one would make her feel better.

You've got to get up every morning

With a smile on your face

And show the world

All the love in your heart

Then people gonna treat you better

You're gonna find, yes you will

That you're beautiful as you feel

Waiting at the station

With the workday wind a blowing

I've got nothing to do but watch the passersby

Mirrored in their faces I see frustration growing

And they don't see it showing, why do I?

You've got to get up every morning

With a smile on your face

And show the world

All the love in your heart

Then people gonna treat you better

You're gonna find, yes you will

That you're beautiful as you feel

I have often asked myself

The reason for the sadness

In a world where tears are just a lullaby

If there's any answer

Maybe love can end the madness

Maybe not, oh but we can only try

You've got to get up every morning

With a smile on your face

And show the world

All the love in your heart

Then people gonna treat you better

You're gonna find, yes you will

That you're beautiful as you feel

It had worked. The song had wiped her tears away and put a smile on her face. The rest was up to her.