You came to me with a strange look on your face while we sat down to look at the sky again. I knew by then you already have a question on your head. I waited, listening to the wind whispering to the leaves. Minutes passed by and silence swept over us.
Finally, you spoke and said, “Why?”
I waited for more, but apparently that was all you said. I thought about it, and came up with this:
“Why? I do not know. Some things happen, some don’t. No one knows. But that’s what keeps living; we live to know the things we probably won’t even know.”
You smiled at me, and took a deep breath. And just because of that, I understood- I understood how it felt to live.
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