Cornfusion
What do you do when the best thing in your entire life was given to you by someone you could potentially resent for the rest of your life? Although I don't think I will be resenting because I am bigger and older than that now, it is a possibility that I will always wonder with a little bit of anger behind it. I will never hate, I have too many good memories, but those good memories will always be followed by...why the hell did you give me so many good memories, good thoughts, and turn out to be so...well, quizzical. Nothing is not of my own doing, nothing is beyond my capacity, but there are people and places and things that are catalysts...why does one have to represent the worst kind of heartbreak...the one that vanished without a trace or an explanation? I will spend months wondering, I have spent days ill all ready. I want to remember the good, but when I do it brings even more pain. This lesson will be one in the book that is labeled, "It doesn't make sense now...maybe it never will."