Honestly

I think maybe. Maybe it just seemed right. Exactly what I was supposed to do. Supposed to feel. Only it wasn't. Yet it was. Too late to change. To think for myself. To make my own decisions about you. What was I thinking? I suppose I wasn't. Mostly just hoping for the impossible. For magic. For the unexpected. Impossible. Everything that I was thinking. Only now, opposite thoughts are marching into my head. Demanding. Wondering. Why. Why play games and risk it? Why remind yourself of that day. The one that could have ended. The same day that started it all. I can't answer that. It just makes sense. For everyone else. But me.