I ask this.
I ask that. 

All of these questions I will never know the answers to.
If I could ask 1,000,000 questions my first one would be,
why do you love me?
why little, old,  nonsense me?
I never did anything to help, you.
I sat and ignored you.
Why?
Is it because I am cute?
really, why?
It’s your turn.