Why

That is the single biggest question that I have.

I know it will go unanswered, but in my mind, I still have to ask it.

My heart is shattered into a million pieces, and for me I guess I just need to know. I need to know what I did that was so horrible that you couldn't even say goodbye. I think I feel worse because you didn't give me the slightest idea that you were going away. I think that I would have been able to listen to your reasons, even if I didn't agree with them.

The pain goes away brifly, only to return when I hear a song you like, or when I see a book you read. Those pains are real, and they are frieghtening. They make me feel sick, and worthless. They make me feel used up and discarded like a piece of shit.

Why is all I want to Know.