Why, oh why did I forget to mention that besides walking, we had our weekly cooking sessions together? So when December rolled around, I was your assistant cook?

Why was our city so romantic during this time, with lights covering every corner? And why did I get you as my Secret Santa? The stress I had, thinking about what I should get you, was over the roof, but why? Because then, I slowly realized I liked you.

Why did everyone tell me that you wouldn't help anyone while ice skating, but the second I got on the rink, you were there, next to me, one hand holding mine, and the other wearing my glove because you were cold?

Why did our friend then ask me about us, about something, and at first, I denied it, but he, as always, had the skill to read me like an open book, so I told him everything, scared, scared to lose you as a friend.

Why did this feeling make my heart go mad? Why did every friend from my hometown need to hear about you, so I could know what to do? Why did I like you?

Why did we get even closer? Our steps led us to the adventures of the night.

Why did you, during our walks, show me all my favorite places and stars? You were there, giving me your hand, looking at me that way.

Why, why did you get so angry that one time you ignored me for 2 days? And why did it destroy me so much that I couldn't sleep or think normally?

Why didn't I let myself realize that you meant more to me than a friend? Those nights I couldn't sleep, it never occurred to me that my feelings were growing.

Why did you seem sad when I didn't want to talk when I felt bad, or why did you bring me tea and medicine to make me feel better, even though I told you to fuck off?

Why did you care for me, check on me, and why did we get back to normal?

Why was our friend right? Why did you catch my eye from the start when I saw you in the kitchen?

Why did I have to ask you the unnecessary question about groups in front of our dorm just to talk to you?

Why was I, or better say, am I so talkative, and why did you still listen to every word I ever said?

Why were you always there, so I wasn't alone in this new chapter of my life? How did we become so close?

Why? Why did you look at me with those eyes and the smile on our first trip to the city, and why do I still remember it?

Why did you look sad when I was going home for the first time, and why did you made the jokes about hugging and crying while waiting for my bus with me?