A pause

I sit and think about all that we've had .It all dances in my mind in a flurry of emotions .Sometimes they’re as cold as the cement on a January morning; sometimes they erupt like the brightest red flames.
It’s been hours since I started thinking. Does it make me smile? Does that make you frown, the image of me thinking about you?Is that a question every time I ask you if I love you, or does that make me feel more secured each time I look at your lips quivering to say that precious yes?The questions are many .They come cascading .Do you make me possessive. Do you spoil me crazy with your caring ways? Do I hurt you with my obnoxious ways? Am I pulling too hard at the string that binds us? Does the string still exist   ? Does it hurt your fingers? Do we fight for questions that don’t have answers? Do the answers mean anything to us? Can we see our self-conceited egos laughing at us?Can we look beyond the hurt? Is this the end? Is this all rhetorical? Can we never change?Do the differences that made us now break us?Do you know what I asked? Do I know what you would say?And will that mark the end of a beginning so well?