100 little wordsAffecting a lilting accent, she tilted her head and asked "why?"Such a simple question, but one steeped with such gravitas and longing. Her huge brown eyes longed to know the answer to her simple question, yet there was hesitation there. Did she really want to know? Or was she happy to be kept in the dark just that little bit longer? It wasn't long, but why was the intolerant wait being forced upon her?And with a sweet smile, the long awaited response came:"No sweetie. You'll just have to wait until tomorrow morning to open your Christmas presents."
So Many QuestionsIs the reason me?Am I not girly enough for you?For your family?Am I too fat for you to think that I could carry the responsibility?Do you think that I am not organised enough?Do you think that I'm too naïve or child-like for the added pressure?Do you wonder if you are?Am I not good enough?For you?Is the reason monetary?Are you worried how we'll support ourselves?Do you wonder if our budget won't be able to handle it?Are you concerned that I won't work?That you won't want to work?Are you scared of my cooking?For you?Are you afraid?Are you afraid of not feeling love?Are you afraid of losing me?Are you afraid of the future and all that that might entail?Are you afraid of staying in the same spot?Do you remember?Do you ever wonder what it could have been like?Do you ever contemplate a future that may have been?That still could be?But only for a short time.Why can't I stop eating chocolate?