I'll hear his words and wonder what inspired him to say, but never does her share. I ask and ask, but all he says is that he cannot tell. I try so hard to get the answer, knowing that it won't come, but somehow I just need to know. Were his words directed to me or about me in some way. I know that is wrong to ask again and again, but sometimes I can't help it just kills me not to know.

Don't you sit and wonder why a word is spoken? Don't you sit and ask why something is that way? Don't you sit and wonder what it is that makes you wonder? We all do at some point, but know before you ask, that there is no answer. Know before you ask, that you will try, regardless what I say. Know before you ask, that your eyes look for answers, no matter how hard to get. Know before you ask, that you'll wonder why I say this.

Do you ever think about sorrow and joy? Do you picture the two, side by side? Do you guess and figure what the difference is? I bet you do. Do you ever find the answers, the reasons why? I bet you don't. I only think that because there is no difference.

I roll into pure thought and sit and sulk at the wall. Tears don't, usually, come pouring from my eyes, but today they did because I loved. I loved someone I hated yesterday. I loved them and I don't know why. I loved them far beyond my imagination. I hated them yesterday with all of my heart; I could barely stand the sight of them. Today they're all that I think about, but I think I know why, now. Love and Hate are exactly the same. No matter how harsh they cherish both the good and the bad.

Yes. We say, but don't live up to it.

You don't know how I feel about you, but you know that I do. I from. I feel about you. Knowing that is really all you need. You already know how you feel about me, though you don't need to. You already know that I am just as far from, both, the love and hate of you as you feel for yourself. I feel the same about you as you feel about me.