They're the nights where you just sit there sobbing, but no tears will come. you wonder whether you're too dehydrated, but realize that there's a point where you just have no tears left, but you feel like you need to cry. Because sometimes that's what makes it at least a Little bit okay.
Crying comforts when there's nobody there to stroke your hair and to tell you that everything will be okay again.
I know that he always tells me that, but I'm sure he doesn't believe it. Maybe it's a sign that he truly loves me, because he's willing to lie to me to make me feel better.