Questions I never asked you:
You were always a firm believer in Jesus. Tell me, if I had nailed myself to a cross would you have looked at me with the same love and admiration? Did I not live up to your expectations? Did I reach just below the bar your car crashed into 2 summers ago? Did you taste the blood that had spewed out when your head hit the windshield along with regret and uncertainty? Were all those years you spent trying to prepare for the future instead of living in the present worth it? Before you were knocked unconscious, did my face flash through your head? Do you find it ironic that the person you praised and adored took your life from you, without a warning? Isn't it funny that this love is a one way street? You poured all of yourself into someone who didn't give a drop of them self to you. You ran yourself dry, and I was willing to quench you but you didn't allow me.