Lemonade

What happened? Isn't it funny how some questions don't have answers?
Not funny in a "ha ha" way...but funny in a tragic sort of way...
One fateful day, and a two hour bus ride later we were best friends. The rest is history. Inseparable they said. More like, until death do us part... We didn't have to say it was forever we already knew it was. We didn't see the threats...We couldn't see danger looming in the background...I sometimes wish I had...Because, along the way things got tough.

Somewhere on this metaphoric road that is our life, we ran into some car trouble...I think it was the transmission, but you think we ran out of gas. When it's really a flat tire...I say we should call a mechanic…You think we can fix it ourselves…So we do…
We drive a little further. We've broken down again…And here is where the monotony starts. The key is in the ignition, but it just won't start. Smoke escapes from the hood. Our worst nightmare is realized, we have gone to far and we can't turn back.
So, here we are on the side of the road making a horrible attempt to fix a car that was a lemon to begin with… So what to do? Make lemonade of coarse.

What happened? Some questions are better left unanswered.