How did you come to be?
Who are you?
How are you in my life?
Are you real?
Or just my imaginary friend?
What is it that makes me want to share with you?
Wherever I am, why are you there too?
Am I lost without you?
No, that is not it
Am I better with you?
that is not it either
Why do I wonder about you?
Why do I care how you are feeling?
Why are we often apart yet can be on the same wavelength?
How do I feel your pain?
How do I feel your joy?
How do I sense things with you?
Why do I want to know the deepest feelings and memories within you?
What is this light I see around you?
Who am I?
How did our eventful and often tortured paths lead us here?
Where will this all lead?
When I thought I knew a lot, I found it was actually a grain of sand
When I thought I could plan, I was deluded
In reality, there are no direct answers
Only a truth
which explains everything and nothing
The journey and the moments, in a breath, is all that we really have
The heart is the link to it all
It knows the truth
which is:
I love you