"I can do this myself," you murmur under your breath, too quietly for him to hear
you. What's with this need to hold yourself together? What's wrong with letting
yourself break down every once in a while? When you take something apart and
put it back together, you understand it better.

But then, what if you don't succeed in putting yourself back together? What if you fall apart, and you don't remember how to reassemble the pieces?

Oh, shut up. We're talking about wiping away the tears, not building a time
machine.

And then again, you wouldn't even have to wipe away the tears yourself; you
know that, whether you want him to or not, he would do it for you, that he would kiss them off your cheeks; that he would give you reasons not to cry.

So why have you turned away from him with your arms wrapped around your
own waist? Is it because you want to put the pieces back together yourself? Is it
because you want to know that you're rebuilding yourself in the way that you
want to be reassembled, not in the way that someone else wants to you to be
recreated?

But if you want to rebuild yourself independently, why do you only ever feel like
falling apart when he's there to catch the pieces?

Maybe you can't do it yourself.

Suddenly he is behind you, and his arms are around yours. When did this
happen? Maybe he was always there, just that you hadn't noticed. You lean back against him, letting him support you. His lips are at your ear, whispering words
that only you can hear.

Your eyes drift closed as you breathe in slowly, shakily. The tears spill over, and
you make no effort to stop them. He rocks you slowly as you fall apart, holding
you like he'll never let you go.

Ah, so many questions.
Tis what comes of boredom. ^-^
I don't like the paragraphing.. help? =)
And any other critisism is muchly appreciated, as always. =)