How could I have? How did I? Why did I? Why do I? Why am I?
Something like this had never happened in a long, long time. This type of love? Its unique characteristics? Never. How on earth did it happen. It should never have. It could never have.
What did I fall for? The contradictions? The deep and the vacuous? The commitment to the difficult and yet always the path of the easy? The mysterious wrapped in the mundane? The passionate with the dismissive? The utterly impossible mated to the profoundly magical? ? Your twists and weaves compared to my directness? The winging, soaring highs bungied to the crashing times of despair? Simultaneously fascinated and repelled by the all consuming narcissism?
Did I want to teach, yet be open to learn?
I was wary, yet became obsessed.
Perhaps, possibly, maybe. These words our certainty.
Why did I not feel anything at the end? Why am I so emotionless now? Why am I so uncaring? So completely detached.
Questions on a Friday. Answers in a millennium.
More reflection required.