He was so young, we both were. Maybe that was the issue.
It's perfectly natural that I should talk to someone - and I can't talk to him if he is so open one minute and so standoffish the next.
"I'm just trying to understand, you're such an enigma. Unlike anyone I've met before."
"I never know what you're thinking. Sometimes you're so closed off... like an island state. You intimidate me. That's why I keep quiet. I don't know which way your mood is going to go. It swings from north to south and back again in a nanosecond. It's confusing."
We've already done so much together, I blush just thinking about it, and yet I hardly know him.
Sometimes, like now, I just don't understand him. He operates on a level far, far removed from mine.
I don't want to fight. But sometimes he's so difficult, and I need to stand my ground.
The irony is I can't even sit down and enjoy a goood cry.
