What is it that made him so special to me? I've been asked.
I don't know. And yet, in some way, I do.
Is it because he was my first?
Maybe. Maybe not.
Is that why I keep holding on to him?
Maybe. Maybe not.
Do I still hope for him to come back to me?
Maybe. Maybe not.
Some questions, no matter how simple the answers might seem, remain unanswered.
