I've tried so hard to decode you..
...decipher you
...understand you
But have failed every single time
I've known you for many years now
And yet i feel that i hardly know you
I keep learning new things about you
Each and every day you continue to amaze me
You on the other hand read me like an open book
Am i that easy to read?
Do i really give away that much?
You understand me better than i do
You know what i want to say even without me saying it

Oscar Wilde had once said that a man's face is his autobiography,while a woman's is her work of fiction
Forgive me..but sometimes i think this statement kinda' holds true