If my fear of love will ever loosen its grip on me enough for me to break free of its suffocating hold?
Why I place responsibility of this very fear on someone or something other than myself rather than taking control and accepting that it is indeed my own hands that can’t let go of their grip on the past?
What my role on this earth is?
And if I ever will actually save the world?
If my fear of drowning and fear of love are not actually one in the same?
If I will ever actually have the body that I want or if we are programmed to never feel good enough as we are?
What my biography would read like and whether anyone would actually read it?
Who would take the time to write the story of my life and what moments would they write about?
If anyone will ever call me the one who got away?
When it was that I stopped remembering what it felt like to be in love?
If I will ever learn to love someone the way that they need to be loved?
What my life would be like today if it had never happened?
What was meant to happen through it all? And if I learned the lesson that was being taught or if I will be faced again with the question if my action was the wrong one?
What kind of a mom I would have been? And if my baby would have had his eyes and gentle smile?
Whether anyone will actually love me the way I want to be loved?
What I would do without my parents?
Who would speak at my funeral and which songs they would play?
How my life would be different had I not gone to Belgium and whether I would still be a size 4?
If I reveal so much about myself to anyone and everyone because no one has ever really asked?
What my reoccurring dreams really mean?
If it is my fear of loneliness that keeps me from letting anyone in?
What it was about him and I together that was so destructive to both of us?
Whether anyone will ever touch me again the way he touched me?
If I could have somehow prevented my sister’s rape and so many others?
Where unanswered questions go…
