It’s not until when I was a lot older did I realize that things didn’t have to be that way. Our communication should not have to be one way and why do we get blamed for infrequent visits? And why couldn’t you be pleasant when we came around like you were to her? I discovered in her writing a person I did not know. Was it our fault that we never got to know the side of you? Why is my memory of you so much different from hers? The lost and loneliness that always lingered in the house and in your eyes, which the pride that made you never speak of, were lost in her memory of you. Why.
These are the questions that will never be answered, broken pieces never to be mend. And in a night like this, raw feelings flow through Ryan’s violin and Justin’s voice, something was brought out in mid air. What was it that estranged us? Why are there always things that we know better but never, never act accordingly. What frailty. But I do remember that last night we saw each other when it still counted. I really appreciated you. And I also remember that uneasy feeling I had when I walked out that alley which haunted me every since and made me tremble at all of my later uneasy feelings. They left unresolved. Will they ever be?