If I gather the courage to ask the questions...how do I know to trust the answers...and...
Why did it ever have to come to this...all I wanted was someone to love and to love me...openly, honestly, faithful to me...
Why is it that life, like a dress shop, displays its opportunities when we aren't really in the market for them, then the minute "opportunity" is on the shopping list there is nothing in our size or style?
How can one tell which is the real voice of the man?
Why are we so reluctant to believe that God will forgive us?
Today is a brand new start. Fresh page. Endless possibilities.
So why doesn't it seem that much different from yesterday?
How do we reinvent ourselves when we are not quite sure what we were to begin with?
Why do we always have all the right responses the minute we are removed from the situation that requres them?
What do you do when your body craves what your mind remembers? How do you ease an ache so real that muscles flex, skin quivers and breathing accelerates? What do you do when you are all alone but your entire being remembers when it was'nt so...and your heart is hoping it will change?
What do I do now?
Why is it that New Year's Eve seems like a "couples" kind of night?
Have you ever noticed how loud silence can be?
How can the ones you love be filling your house and yet it still seems empty?
Ever have those days when you could just kick yourself ? Do you ever wish you could ? Sometimes I think a quick physical kick from my left foot would be easier than the repeated toe-tapping of my right brain.
Have you ever noticed how reasons often turn into excuses?
To call or not to call that is the question. There could be a million reasons it can't happen from the other end...or are they just a million excuses.
And who the heck is Tucker?
How many days?
How many nights?
How many broken promises,
before it is better to just try and forget?
Will forgetting be as easy for me as it appears to be for him?
Will he call?
Will he write?
Will he be able for find some for of computer contact?
Is he thinking of me?
I wonder if he's keeping warm tonight?
I wonder if he wonders?
With the holidays rapidly approaching he is constantly on my mind. I wonder if he ever thinks of me ?
How come there are always more questions than answers :-)