Why is a good question.
Why did I screw things up???
Why did I say something I didn't mean???
Why is the question; T.N. is the answer.
Why when I look at his smile do I get a sense of regret???
Why? Why?? Why???
Why can't he see that I hurt when I look at him???
Why can't we work things out, try to understand what went wrong???
Why not???
Why can't he see that I still want to be friends, if not more than that???
The answer to the questions may never be revealed, but I will always wonder until death take me forever from this Earth.
