she brushed her hair behind her ear
her lips pursed as she looked at the paper in front of her.
this unanswerable question,
this endless enigma.
she knew she might never be able to answer this question.
she knew she would spend her life pondering it.
always doubting her answer,
never certain if she'd made the right choice or not,
how her life might be different if she had chosen the other option.
the question?
i don't know.
