I have no idea what to say about you.
Spending time with you has led me to come to realize, we were meant to be where we currently are. How am I supposed to attempt to maintain any kind of relationship with you if you can’t be yourself around me? If you show no concern regarding me? If you simply cannot be direct about your desires? You always were, and always will be, an unsolved mystery. But this time around, I’m not dying to figure you out.