Swirling Questions

I can feel the questions beginning to emerge as the winter days grow frigid with time and my fingers become numb.

I contemplate about him as the cup of hot chocolate warms my freezing hands.

Question 1.

Question 2.

Question 3.

Question 4.

Question 5.

I feel these questions swirling in my mind like the whipped cream in my hot chocolate.

I am not afraid of the questions; I am afraid of the answers.

I take a sip of hot chocolate to see if it's cool enough to drink-

only to scald my tongue.

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