I’m as good as whiplash when it comes to her, I know that, but she does that to me. She confuses my mind and sends shock waves through my brain that don’t quite compute the way I’m used to. My initial reaction is always to do what’s expected, to be who they expect when things around me begin to feel sour or new. Unexpected. But maybe that’s the wrong way to go about it where she’s concerned. Maybe she doesn’t expect a thing from me at all.
