Will I ever know what makes someone who they are? I don't even know what makes me who I am.

Will I ever know why it ended, why we are no longer good friends. What happened, one day it just stopped and I got no answer, instead just a mumbled collection of half truths.

Will I ever know what it's like to be someone else, I don't know if I want to but I know I want to do something.

Will I ever apologize to her and have her know that it is true and accept it. Never before and I don't know if ever.

Will I ever know a true friend?

Will I ever know the meaning of what it is to be loved and to love.

Will I?

To: K and J