Unlike the questions which have a definite, set answer, you my dear, are a mix of uncertainty, unpredictability. And of course, the guts I require to face you…phewww….. The questions left unanswered, on my blank answer sheet, on my text to him, in the eyes of my bestfriend, you always, always invoke a sense of guilt and repentance. A ‘what if?’ A never ending quest to find a answer, and running away from it at the same time. My dear unanswered questions you are a source of constant turmoil and an answer in yourself!!!
IDK if this makes sense or not 😐