Why

When I think about the past, I keep finding myself wanting to ask "Why?" Why did this happen? Why did he do this? Just so many why's that I doubt I'll ever get the real answer to. I don't even want to have it all again, I just want to know why it ended. I was told a reason, but I guess I just need one complete, honest, and final "this is why." So I can just be like, alright. And be done. So, just in case I find myself there again for some reason, I can understand and know what moves to make. Maybe I'll get my answer one day. Maybe I won't even care to know when that day comes. That would be nice.

Trusis,
Nasia