I really don't understand you sometimes. Like during those times when you're cold and unrelenting in the blink of an eye. Like today.
Perhaps these are reminders that there are still corners that you tuck deep within and not let anyone in. That in spite of all the understanding and familiarity, I can be rendered clueless by your unfamiliar surprises in equal measure.
As I sit here dumbfounded, I struggle between my own unrelenting worry for you accompanied by the urge to call and demand for an immediate disclosure of the day's events, and my guarded weariness to allow you the space to de-pressurize.
Then, as if on cue, you called. If there's any consistency at all to be learned from this: You never fail to surprise me. As I sit here, even more dumbfounded.