Will I ever know
what makes someone who they are? I don't even know what makes me
who I am.
Will I ever know why it
ended, why we are no longer
good friends.
What happened,
one day it just stopped and I got no answer, instead just a
mumbled collection of
half truths.
Will I ever know what it's like to be someone else, I don't know if I want to but I know
I want to do something.
Will I ever
apologize to her and have her know that it is true and
accept it. Never before and I don't know if ever.
Will I ever know a true friend?
Will I ever know the meaning of what it is to be
loved and to
love.
Will I?
To: K and J