The Girl In The Song

She's the girl who smiles all day and cries herself to sleep at night.
She's the girl who sits back and laughs at every ones jokes but tells none of her own.
She's the girl you catch staring off into space with a sorrowful look on her face.
She's the girl who can smile through the tears just to lie and say she's alright.

She always felt like the girl in the song. The broken one who needed help but was too independent to ask for it.
She always felt the words. Felt them tug at her heart and meet with  her soul as though they were written for her.
She thought she was the only one who saw her that way. That no one else understood that the smiles were tying together broken pieces of a sad soul.

She sat in the front seat of his big, blue Ford.
The song came on.
She smiled out the window, mouthing the words.
But when she looked over, when the line about her was sung, he was singing along and pointing at her.
Her heart stopped.
And for once in her life, her smile was almost whole.
He sees the cracks.
He sees the pain.
He may not understand, but he recognizes and that's more than she could have ever asked for.