Sometimes it crosses the mind to take a chance on someone, and leave all thoughts of safety and just jump following your heart, then your left with the question, “why you,” what made you so special, was it the chestnut color of your eyes, your teasing lips that break softly into lines and semi-circles, there’s no reasoning, no way to thoroughly examine all the countless explanations, and no way to answer why the end of a relationship brings heartache and name calling, a compassionless pit filled contemptuously with questions, when only one question is left, why you?
(c) Susan D. Elliott
