Pretty Faces

No ones life is perfect, and I am a great example of that. Everyone wears a mask, we all just choose when we take them off.
I opened my eyes and there he was, sitting there his hair a tangled mess, his face looked so tired. He actually is here. Once his eyes met mine, the tears began to form in my eyes. He jumped up and rushed to the bed, "Are you okay? Do I need to call the nurse?" he asked nervously, all his worries clear on his face. He's the only person who I can read so easily.
I shook my head and smiled at him, "I can't believe you're actually here. I thought this only happened in movies and books."
"What only happens in movies and books?" he asked, tracing a design on the back of my hand.
My stomach flipped, with each movement his fingers made on my hand. "You actually came to the hospital and were here when I woke up, I didn't think people actually did that." I laughed.
He gently hugged me, and I breathed in the smell of Butterscotch and coffee, a smell I never want to forget. "Of course I'm here, you scared the Hell out of me." he must have read something off my face because he apologized and kissed me.