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______ was always happy. No matter the situation, she always was optimistic. When others were down, she cheered them up, even bought them ice cream. Everyone went to her for advice for their problems, and she would help. Always smiling.

Always....

I never really knew ______ on a personal level. She was just someone that was friends with everyone. That didn't stop me from liking her...no, loving her. Her (h/l) (h/c) hair that shone in the sunlight and her beautiful (e/c) eyes. Her kindness and happiness rubbed off on others, and I thought that was a wonderful gift to possess. Sad? Has she ever been sad? No _______ can't be sad! That's just not how she is.

Not sad....

That's what we all thought. _______ is so energetic, _______ is so happy! There is not way she could be sad! No one believed that _______ could ever feel sorrow. I was with them, until that one day.

One day....

It was a rainy day and school had just ended. The hallways quickly emptied and I was walking along to go home when I saw _______. For some reason, he hair did not have it's usual shine. She was slowly putting her books into her bag and hesitated to close her locker.
"Hey _______!" I called out. It seemed to jolt her and suddenly she was her cheerful self again.
"Oh hey Romano!" she waved as she slammed her locker. She waited for me to catch up before we began to walk towards the exit of the school.
"What are you still doing here _______? I thought you would have had plans for the weekend!" I laughed. ______ gave a small chuckle, but I noticed a wave of sadness pass over her (e/c) eyes before it was quickly pushed away.

Sadness....

_______ said nothing and kept walking. We were nearing the door now, and she seemed to walk slower, as if she did not want to leave. At the door, she completely halted.
"_______?" I asked. She was shaking and had grown pale.
"What's wrong?" I almost shouted, dropping my back pack and running in front of her. I gripped her shoulders and gave her a little shake when she didn't respond. She looked at me with the most pain in her eyes, I could hardly bear to stare at her.

Pain....

Suddenly, tears began to fall from the (e/c) orbs. First slow, then rapidly and more of them. She was in a full out melt down.
"I am so sad and people cant even see it! I try to be optimistic to make others feel better, but what about me? I get nothing! I don't feel better! I always have to do more and more and I never can win the approval of my parents! That's why I decided to try to be optimistic about everything and to put on a mask! But it hurts! It hurts!" She sobbed, falling into my arms.

Hurt....

I was shocked. I couldn't say a word as she cried about more stuff that caused her pain and sadness, but felt she couldn't express because she was the optimistic one, the one that was never sad. I never realized a person could hurt as much as she was. I finally got to my senses and began to rub her back and tell her it was ok. I had never been in this situation, but I had seen movies and thought that this is what I could do. Her tears stained my shirt, but I didn't care.

Tears....

Eventually, she calmed down and wiped her eyes with the remaining tears. I looked down at her with love shining in my eyes as I whispered two words into her ear.
"It's Ok." She understood the meaning behind the short sentence and gave me a sweet hug.
"Thank you Romano. I needed someone to listen, to understand. Thank you." I breathed in her sweet perfume and got the urge to kiss her. I leaned down and softly pressed my lips into hers, ravishing the softness of the delicate skin. Her (e/c) eyes widened at first, but then she melted into the kiss and kissed me back. When we broke away, she smiled big and said three words I have been waiting to here for a long time.
"I love you!" I knew that she knew that I was there to stay and that I could be her shoulder to cry on when she couldn't bear the burdens she carried anymore.

It's ok....
This is a bit more deep that what I write, but hey, sometimes people need this to be said.

For all those people out there who feel they can't go on anymore, It's ok.

Trust in friends to help carry your burden, hell message me and I'll help!

But seriously, it's ok. It will get better even if it seems like it isn't going to or hasn't been better for a long time.

It will get better. Patience is a virtue.

I don't own Romano or you
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kittykatrocks12 Featured By Owner May 19, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Deep like the earth molten core

I really like this
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EvilAngel3 Featured By Owner Mar 17, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
This is so like me. Always happy and nobody knows that Im a broken down mess on the inside. I love this! :tombstone: I died of fluff and sweetness.
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Ender-Chibi Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2014  Student Artist
This is a lot like me. I was always so happy, cheering others and helping them, even when I couldn't help myself. I was so happy, no one ever thought I could be sad. Every one thought my smile was permentaly on my face. But beneath the mask , was someone who didn't know who she was. I don't know who I am. Beneath the fake and forced smiles, was tears and pain. There was suffering and hate. I can't trust others as easily. I didn't believe that people could be kind to others. That the words kind, happy, love were fake and made up. I got better when I met some people who had been hurt and been opposed. I still wear a mask, to this day. I can't bring myself to smile. I can still fool others, with the thing they call happiness. The tears and painful memories still stand, slowly tearing me apart. And yes, I still cry. I know life won't get better. But I know that sappy quotes won't make someone get better. What people need, is someone to stand by them. Someone who understands and listens. They need someone to bring a smile to their face. Despite my horrible memories, I found my purpose in life. I need to have others smile. That is my life goal.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

If you are reading this and you think you have no one, your wrong.

I'm here. Every step of the way.

If you need someone to talk to, message me. I am constantly checking my messages. If I don't answer right away, know I am still there.

IF YOU ARE A SELF HARMER AND/OR THINKING OF SUICIDE

Don't. You. Freaking. Dare

I will always be here. ALWAYS. I live everyone.

Draw a black and purple butterfly on your arm for me, and every time it fades, draw a new one.

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Message me if you need it.

I love you. Everyone of you.

Inside and out.
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Cottoncandycat12 Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2014  Student Digital Artist
My feels
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Ender-Chibi Featured By Owner Feb 2, 2014  Student Artist
Sorry! *glomp*
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lettheworldbreath Featured By Owner Jan 19, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
Wow this was so deep. I love it a lot. I do stuff like this a lot. I have a serious big sister complex so I always carry the burdens of the world. I do believe I have some form of depression. I mean I don't have nearly as many problems as anyone that has commented on this page and GOD how I wish I could just fix it all for them. It's just not fair and I hate it. Does that make me weird? I hope not. I mean I despise hearing about peoples problems but it's not because I don't care it's just that I hate having to know that innocent person out there is hurting and I just wish I could make things better. But in a way, it's comforting to know what the problem is cuz now all the cards are on the table and the problem can be assessed and"dealt with" (? If you get what I mean right?) But that's one of the things I really like about deviant art is that no-one is afraid to be honest about the shit they're going through and since the majority of people here are helpful and so full of life and vitality and love it's hard not to find true- blue friends. I mean, I will always have my friends from school and my family and my boyfriend but I know that I can always turn to deviant art too and that makes me really friken happy. I know this comment is probably way too long for your liking but I was going through comments and they gave me feels (not to be stupid but yea) and I just really needed to vent for a bit. Thank you so much for that story.
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Cottoncandycat12 Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2014  Student Digital Artist
That's ok I didnt really want my feels anyways

Thank you for the compliment though
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lettheworldbreath Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
You're welcome!:) (Smile) 
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ChizzyLizzy Featured By Owner Dec 15, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
You just wrote my life story... To my friends, I'm the happiest, fun ,sarcastic girl that's never sad! Yeah, right... I hate myself, I put on a mask to make others happy, I cut myself, but no one notices, since I have that permanent fake smile on my face. I have no true friends, and my only 'friend' is my depression since it shows the real me... I can't be sad for even a few minutes or my mom will think I still cut myself (I still do...) and I have to go to therapy. I feel like ending it all sometimes... But I'm to much of a chicken to do that...
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Cottoncandycat12 Featured By Owner Dec 20, 2013  Student Digital Artist
I am here for you bro
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