What Do You Do?

What do you do when the only person who can tell you the truth about what happened is dead?

You may not know the facts, the minor details, or have seen the blood pour from their head, but there are always three sides to the story.

His, hers, and the truth.

It's pretty scary how, you can't even get two, sides to the story.

So how do you determine, if you should hate them, when all they left behind was wrong doings or if you should love them because they didn't get a chance to correct it.

What if they didn't plan on it?

What if they never planned on being who you wanted them to be?

What if they were to continue their lives as the people they were.

What if they didn't care about you?

What if they did?

What if you loved them for all the right reasons and they hated you for all the wrong ones?

That's the problem with death.

You are left with too many what ifs.

What if you died before them, would they hate themselves?

What if you got to know them, would you be more hurt?

What if you knew none of what you do, would you love them more?

There is a thin line between love and hate

What do you do when you are standing in between the two.

How do you choose which path to take.

How do you pick what side wins, when both lose regardless, because the person is dead?

You can't say the things you want to say.

You can't ask the questions you wish to ask.

You can't voice your anger so that they will understand.

What do you do?

What do you do, when someone else shares the same story as you?

What do you do when you barely know that person?

What can you do?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

No one is there to answer those questions.

No one is there to listen to them being asked.

No one is there to help you.

No one understands what that means.

No one.

Not even you.

You don't understand it, so how can someone else do it?

They can't.

It's just a mystery that can't be solved.

Because the only person who knows the truth about what really happened is dead.