WHY.

Why?
Why do we…
Why do we doubt it?
Why do we doubt how someone feels when we know we shouldn’t?
Why do we doubt how someone feels when we know we shouldn’t; just because they have reduced the intensity with which they express?

Why?
Why do we…
Why do we need it?
Why do we need that assurance every once in a while?
Why do we need that assurance every once in a while; just because they aren’t able to give as much time or words as before?

Why?
Why do we…
Why do we depend on anyone else?
Why do we depend on anyone else for our happiness?
Why do we depend on anyone else for our happiness; maybe because there was a time when they made us feel happier than we had ever felt?

Why?
Why do we…
Why do we notice so much?
Why do we notice the absence of the smallest of the gestures and the simplest of the words?
Why do we notice the absence of the smallest of the gestures and the simplest of the words; maybe because those words used to light up our eyes before, while now their absence is creating voids in us.

Why?
Why do we…
Why do we crave for it?
Why do we crave for their presence so much?
Why do we crave for their presence so much; maybe because it was our flaming torch and it’s absence now puts us back in our dark alleys more lonely than ever?

Why?
Why do we…
Why do we fear so easily?
Feel so intensely?
Think so unreasonably?
Hurt so unconsciously?
Describe pain so poetically?
Maybe,
Just maybe,
These questions are meant to stay unanswered eternally.