He looks at me, from across the hall…he gives me a weak smile, and I smile back.

I look in his eyes and I see sadness. I feel sadness. What’s wrong?

What goin through his head? What’s on his mind?

Head something happened over break? Did I do something? What’s wrong?

I wish more than anything to help him…but I need to know. What’s wrong?

I feel like I’ll burst into tears at any moment, As if something bad is coming or has already came. What’s wrong?

I don’t know what to do. I need to talk to him…I need to know what’s wrong?

My love, tell me. I’ll be quiet and hear what you have to say. I want to help, let me help, let me know what’s wrong. I love you, I’m here for you, my dear love, talk to me.