I want to know why you did it.  What made you think that it was ok?  I want to know how you could do something like this, something that hurt me so much.  Did you think of me and just not care, or did you stop thinking of me altogether?  I'm not sure which I would find worse actually.  I want to know how this happend, and the big question, why?  I want to know why I'm sitting here by myself wondering what happened.  I want to know so many things that I'll never know the answers to.

I know that life goes on.  I know that I'll be ok.  I know that I'll feel normal again some day.  Right now though I'm lost and alone, still in shock.  Thinking.  Thinking of the 'would have beens' and the 'should have beens'.  Remembering our life, my life, looking back and most of all still thinking, "why?"