Why am I writing about why?

Oh, my dear. Why am I writing about why when I could be spending time with you?  Why amd I sitting on my couch typing this up when I could be holding you in my arms? Why am crying over you when you are not even here? Why am I writing this to you when you don't exist? But that is where I'm wrong. Why am I writing this? I am writing about why because you exist in my heart. Forever you will be there. Why? Because why not?