My confusion grows daily. In part from my hopes and expectations – even though I know better than to believe them, or myself. In part because of his behavior. We do what we do because of ourselves, not because of others and this applies to him also. He behaves the way he behaves because of him, not me. Regardless, I wish I could understand him.
I wish he would just talk to me.
With all my heart and soul, I wish it and much more.