A question, dear one, or shall I say a few? For I've been curious where things went askew. Or how, perhaps, would be the right question. Was it me or was it you? Or quite possibly a combination of both? For I was forced to look for answers inside my brain of why I was hidden in the shadows from your friends, or was I sadly mistaken? And what did the meaning of the word "mates" mean to you anyways? A friend whom who were closer too than all the others? Or perhaps a lover? Both? None of the above? I find myself plagued with curiosity to theses meaningless questions, in hopes, I can get the answers I desire.