Why do I yearn for you when I’m still figuring out who I am?

Why do I ache for your presence when I doubt my own worth?

Why do I hold onto memories of you when all signs point to goodbye?

Why do I cling to the hope of keeping you close when you’re destined to leave?

Why do I claim you as mine when you’re merely passing through my life?

Why do I dream of forever with you when reality whispers it’s not meant to be?

Why does the thought of you bring a smile to my lips, reminiscent of childhood joy?

Why can’t I seem to find a reason to release you from the depths of my heart?

Why do you seem beyond perfect, casting a glow that captivates my soul?

Why do I find myself praising you as the best, despite imperfections that should dim your shine?

Why are you such an enigma, leaving me pondering your authenticity?

Are you truly genuine, or merely a mirage crafted to impress?