Youre Keeping Me Alive

I shot up out of bed, sweating and shaking. I looked to my left and saw my bed was empty. My eyes shot at the wall mirror hanging to my right. I was alone.
"Wha-wha-what!?" I stammered out. My eyes flooded with tears and I curled up on the edge of my bed, my lonely bed.

"Are you alright!?" My boyfriend cried while flying through the doorway. He picked my body and I buried my face into his shoulders and I let out a hard sob.

"It..happened...again..." I choked.
You're probably wondering, what happened...again?

I have dreams where I end up almost jumping off a bridge, or something self-destructive. I had a rough few years dealing with undiagnosed depression.

"Was it the bridge again?" He asked calmly. He pet my hair and walked with me still in his arms. Somehow we ended up in the kitchen. He sat me on the counter and asked once more.

"Yes." I said. He made me some lemon water and then had me drink it. He always knew what to do.