Why can't everything just go back to the way it was [or wasn't, apparently]?
Why doesn't he fall longingly at my feet, begging me to love him?
And, then, why do I need him to love me?
He's a boy and there are about 4 billion of them on Earth.
Find someone else.
There are plenty of fish in the sea.
Eat a pint of ice cream and get over it.
But I can't.
And I know why.
Somewhere in my soul, I recognize a deep-seated need to be loved and adored.
By this boy.
But that's not gonna happen, so I'm blaming him for my washing-machine feelings.
Why, why, why.
Why doesn't he love me?
This is in Piper's POV and she's talking about Jason. It's called Why's.
So tell me what you think!