desperately hoping

i keep hoping that someday you will love me again....
i know you loved me at one point because i could see it in your eyes...
i don't see it anymore but i keep hoping that it will come back...
that wherever it got lost, it will find its way home.....
that whoever it was given to will give it back.....
that the reason for it leaving will end....and the reason for it beginning will begin again....
love is such a powerful being that once it lives inside you, in order for it to stop,
something inside of you has to die.....
what died inside of you? and who killed it?
was it suicide? was it homicide?
was it my fault? was it yours? was it anybody's?
some question have no answers and some answers only create more questions....
and some questions have many answers and some answers have no questions.....
and some questions we don't want to know the answers to...and some questions we don't KNOW the answers to.
whatever the case, i don't want to ask or answer any of them....
i'd rather be silent...that way i don't have to live with the answers,
and i can find hope in the questions.