The average person is a collection of stories. You are a complex layer of unsolved mysteries. I just can't figure you out & I think I probably never will. I'm normally very proficient at reading people. Sadly & unfortunately, I can't even begin to understand you at all. You like company. Yet you love being alone. You vanish, appear, disappear & reappear at whim. You drift yet you are constant. I don't know if you know about noir films, but you are such a femme fatale. 
I can't help but think, "Damn, this girl is so dark when she seems so bright."
