I cry alone most of the time.
But, a few times I've cried in front of you.
I've realized that the only time I let myself cry in front of someone, is when they can fix me.
It's like I can't let myself fall apart unless it's in front of someone that can piece me back together.
You were always able to fix me, you always knew exactly what to say, and exactly what to do.
But you're gone, and with you left any way of being fixed.
I know that sounds dramatic, but it's true.
You were my glue, my comfort, my best friend.