I saw him sitting on the bench by the piano. I wanted so badly to talk to him, but I wasn't sure what to say. I wanted to run into his arms and tell him everything will be okay, but in reality I wasn't sure if it was going to be.

I walk into the room and get a melancholy feeling. It isn't until I sit down next to him that I see the tears rolling down his cheeks. His eyes were closed but he had to know I was there.

Sometimes I think the best way to express to someone how you feel is by song. And as no sentences formed in my brain, verses to a song came into light instead.

"Where do we go from here?" I begin to sing. Mario's eyes open slightly.

"This isn't where we intended to be," my heartbeat lurches for a moment when he place his hands on the keys and plays the sorrowful notes.

"We had it all, you believed in me.
I believed in you," tears begin to well up in my eyes.

"Certainties disappear
What do we do for our dreams to survive?
How do we keep all our passions alive,
As we used to do."

Some tears roll down my cheeks as the most heart wrenching part of the song comes up.

"Deep in my heart I'm concealing
Things that I'm longing to say,
Scared to confess what I'm feeling
Frightened you'll slip away

You must love me
You must love me"

He continues to play, but I can't sing anymore. All the tears wouldn't allow me to. I reach for his hands, getting him to stop.

I held his hands in mine, feeling his warm, comforting touch. I could feel him looking down at me, but I wouldn't look up at him.

I felt weak and vulnerable. I didn't want him to see me like this. One of his hands pulls away from mine and he places it, gently, on my face. Raising it up so I could look at me.

His eyes were red and puffy. His cheeks, stained with tears. He looks over my face as if memorizing every part of it.

A few seconds later he connects our lips. It was a slow kiss, filled with a sorrowful passion. His lips were wet from all the tears.

He separates our lips and pulls me into a hug. Why couldn't it stay like this? Why couldn't we be together? Why do we have to be apart?

I hold onto him, never wanting to let go. He strokes his hand up and down my back soothingly. "You must love me," I say.