Questions.

A Story by Dara[DRAMATIC]

Questions for the others like me. If there even are others like me.

Have you ever found yourself sitting in some lonely, utterly repulsive place just because the last moment you experienced in that same spot was shared with someone who made everything else seem totally meaningless? Did you realize that the soul you were made for was made for you, too, only to find out a day, an hour, a minute, or even a second too late? Have you ever admittd to yourself "I have no regrets, save one"? And if so, what was that one regret? A break-up, a blow-out, a blow-up? And when you recalled that sad, little memory, did it hurt? Was it agonizing? Did the pain overwhelm you in its severity?

Do you know the feeling in which you awake with the sensation that they were just there? Within reach? Is the absence too much to bear? Is the silence destructive to your numbed state-of-mind? Does it bring back the memories and the pain all at once in an agonizing rush? Do you catch yourself humming a tune for them only to realize they'll never hear it? Did you remember as you ate your breakfast that when you were together, happiness was the only sustenance ever needed? Do you turn to tell them a joke or a thought or a story and they're just not there?

What are you supposed to do with all that energy? How do you sooth the agony? Why does it always errupt out of nowhere when you're feeling so strong and secure, just when you've begun to sort things out and pick yourself up again, when you're still putting the pieces back into place? More importantly, does it ever go away?!

No.

It doesn't.

It won't.

But if I may be honest and clear, it really shouldn't.