I don’t know why you do the things you do. When you say these things to me, I don’t know what you mean. I don’t know what you’re thinking… ever. I don’t know how to take you, or how to interpret.
So I’m not and I don’t.
I”m confused and bewildered and a little bit on edge and slightly anxious… always.
Does that make things easier or harder?
The thing is, when you kiss me, I don’t think about any of this.