I wonder at how comforting Alffe always is.

I don't wonder at how hard it is to be depressed, I know that all too well as it is.
I wonder why people who have never been depressed always try to advise depressed people.
I wonder that sometimes we don't really want their advise, but a simple hug would be nice.
I wonder if I can Abbie, because that's all that I want when I'm hurting, and maybe she wants one too?

I wonder at how thrilled I am every time I see that someone has mentioned me in a post.
I wonder at how starved for affection I must be...

I wonder if I'll be able to make recipe for the pie that dear Reyn PM'd me.