He didn't hold my hand or kiss my cheek Instead he held me to his chest, and our arms always seemed to kiss each other. He didn't share his day with me nor did he ask me about mine Instead he shared his music and his art and encouraged me to do the same. He told me not to worry too much because being sad won't get me anywhere. He reassures me that things will get better and now getting up in the morning doesn't seem so bad at all.