Fate sure loves to mix cruelty, with confusion. I became friends with a guy I've never spoken to. A guy I seriously wish I didn't fall in love with. He was outgoing. I was shy. He was in 10th grade high school, I was in 6th grade middle school. He had a lot of friends, I didn't have any. He was handsome, I didn't even call myself pretty. But, we were best friends, above everything else, and I can't even speak to him. He only does. So I kept all my questions for him in a small little box, wishing I could actually ask him all these one day when I get the courage to actually speak to him. I called it 'Hey L' But something happened between us, and ever since that day, I've never seen him again. Neither did I see that box, let alone touch it. I thought I've forgotten him and that box completely. But now he's back. And so is the last question I've written. "Hey L, why'd you kiss me?"