How many times? How many times must I watch her cry? It pains me to see this because when she cries she loses the ability to speak as if the oxygen was taken from her lungs and given back to the world. She is left breathless. With no sound; with no speech, I can see the words slowly slip from her tears as they slowly fall. As she sits there quiet with a frowned look, I can hear her tears screaming “HELP ME PLEASE”, but what can I do for her? Nothing... There is nothing I can do for her besides provide myself and shelter her in my hug because being embraced by someone she loves and someone who loves her can sometimes be enough, sometimes it can make her stand up, it can make her jump, dance, and sing. SOMETIMES HEARING “I love you” CAN MAKE HER SMILE SO HARD THAT HER CHEEKS HURT!......But then sometimes it doesn’t work. Sometimes her past haunts her and her nightmares taunt her, and her beauty flaunts her, and I, I want her. And she wants me, but the way she wants me I can’t see because how can someone so amazing be willing to settle for me? How can the queen leave the castle in search of a peasant? How? Well I don’t know, but I don’t want to know because this is the path that I must walk, I must walk, I must RUN. I must run fast into the shallow water that gets deeper each time she thinks she is sinking not knowing that she is really okay. She is okay, and I....I am okay. I don’t need fancy cars, I don’t care for movie stars, I don’t need a big house, just a big hearted spouse. I don’t care for sex, fuck it throw away the unnecessary Viagra, give me something better, something to stop her Niagara from falling because for God sakes I cannot swim but I will gladly drown in her tears so long as they stop someday. I will gladly put my heart on the line so she doesn’t have to remember that she lost her father. Because these are the things that keep her up at night, these are the reasons that she is blind by sight because she can’t see through her eyes with the tears blocking the view. So she cries, she cries, she cries, she cries until she can’t breath anymore, and she is left breathless and with no sound; with no speech, I can see the words slowly slip from her tears as they slowly fall. And I read those words aloud and they say...."help me please....", but what can I do for her?