My father asked me what I dreamt about last night. So I asked why he had never asked about anything like that before. And to my surprise he said "you were screaming and crying in your sleep I banged on the door it was locked and all of a sudden it stopped." He looked at me with the saddest eyes I've never seen my father look at me like that before- "I've never heard anything so much like what I sounded like when I woke up from the nightmares of your mother leaving me, and it doesn't get better darling." He kissed my forehead, and with that out the door. I heard the roar of his mustang as he flew up the road. Maybe I was in shock cause I couldn't move, as a tear slid down my check. Finally I got up, and got the most expensive wine we had and poured myself two glasses. I sat at our in-home bar and slide the other glass to the seat next to me, drink was for you but you don't drink but don't worry honey I'll drink it for you. I need it more than you anyway.
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Love or heartbreak? Really what's the difference?
RomanceI have never been in love but I've never felt closer to it than when I was sitting in the middle seat of your truck with your hand on my thigh.
