i like the way you look at me and smile

Wow, I really have a talent for making myself cry.
One minute I'm reading a sappy story, the next I'm in tears because my imagination goes wild and I imagine what a break-up would look like. So yeah, go me for being an optimistic, sane person. Yeah.

I need reassurance. A warm hug. A certain someone's bony shoulder to cry on.
Though... crying seems so wrong and out of place. I should be happy and smiling and fabulous.
So make me smile?

/P.