I carry the belief that everything happens for a reason.

Most times in life, it is difficult to know why your circumstances are the way that they are. I'm having difficulty wondering what your purpose is in my life.

Sometimes I thought you must be the only one who could connect with me in the way that you did, but maybe that's because you were the first.

They say that if you love something, set it free. Well, you came back; does that mean it was meant to be?

I shouldn't feel so scared at thoughts of forever. If it's meant to be, then I should know it. Why don't I know it?

The timing of your second arrival was immaculate. In one of my darkest times, you came through to make me see light again...to make me smile again.

Sometimes I wonder if the reason you came to me was to drive away the thoughts in my head saying, "Kill me, kill me." Maybe your hands on my skin and your kiss on my face were meant to give me a reason to live. Were they meant to stay?

Lists of pros and cons would do me no good.

When you know, you know.

I still don't know.