I knew you had a painful past. I also knew that it still haunted you and caused you to have nightmares. you had one last night, and it was rough.

so I decided to make you breakfast this morning. but it wasn't that surprising when you came downstairs and were upset. your face was tear stainedand you were breathing heavily. but you tried to hide it. you give me a small smile, "What are you making?" You ask.

I give you a warm expression, "did you sleep okay?"

you nod, but i noticed that look in your eyes. "How bad was the nightmare?" I ask

you look away, and that's when I wrap my arms around you. I rub my fingers through your hair, "I wish I could just go back in time and protect you,"

you pull back, trying not to cry. "It's okay. everything's fine. now what are we cooking?"

I sigh. I wished I could get you to open up and talk to me about this, "Baby, please,"