I write you because I have questions I long to know the answer to. Who am I really? Am I someone you just threw together, just a series of quick random decisions? Am I a friend of yours? Am I a lover? Why do you write me to be this way? You created me for a reason. You created me with imperfections. You gave me feelings, thoughts, and dreams. I guess through this rant I realized something. I'm a piece of you, right?