I know that when you look at me there’s so much that you just don’t see…

Bette thought Tina saw her. She certainly felt seen when she was with her. But something was different about her after the miscarriage. Bette tried to comfort her but Tina didn’t want anything to do with her. Instead of trying harder, Bette retreated into what she knew best. Putting up her walls and throwing herself into her work. Bette should have tried harder and she knew it.

Can’t you see the hurt in me? I feel so all alone. I wanna run to you. I wanna run to you. Won’t you hold me in your arms and keep me safe from harm…

Tears rolled down Bette’s cheek. The lyrics to the song pierced her to her core. She remembered finding Tina belting it out on numerous occasions. Tina would be lost in her own world and then she’d turn to find Bette smiling at her. She would walk slowly towards Bette, theatrically singing. She’d reach out her hand and Bette would always grab it and twirl her around and they would dance slowly while Tina continued singing.

Each day. Each day I play the role of someone always in control. But at night, I come home and turn the key. There’s nobody there. No one cares for me.

Bette remembered asking Tina to move in with her while they danced to this song by the pool.

“I don’t want to come home and turn the key and have nobody here not caring for me,” Bette whispered into Tina’s ear.

Tina pulled back and looked into Bette’s eyes.

“What?” Tina said slowly.

“I want you here all of the time. Not just on the weekends. I want you here with me every night and every morning. I don’t like it when you’re not here.”

“Are you asking me to move in?”

“Yes,” Bette said and looked at her feet. “But only if you want.”

Tina ducked down and locked in on Bette’s eyes. She smiled exposing every dimple in her chin.

“I want. I want. I want. I want. I want. I want. I want,” Tina sang as she threw her arms around Bette’s neck.

They hugged and swayed to the music.