Carley Willmott

Why Me?

So many questions in this broken world. Why is the sky blue and the grass green? Why is there so much evil and hate? Why do bad things happen to good people? Why can’t I stop thinking about you? My mind races through the endless possibilities. I'm in my car, relaying our conversation over and over, analyzing and dissecting every word, every syllable trying to memorize your face—your smile, your eyes. It’s kind of hard to forget. Did I say too much? I questioned whether it was real or I imagined our whole interaction. It felt so normal, like I’ve known you longer than a couple hours. I put my head in my hands and run my shaking fingers through my hair before pulling it back into a ponytail. I take a deep breathe as I see you drive away. You don't see me watching you, my stomach in knots. All I picture is us sitting together, unleashing more of ourselves than either of us ever imagined. Why is someone like you here with someone like me?