V I suppose you could find us caught somewhere in the space between "what was said" and "what was actually meant," internally debating the level of commitment that came from buying the other a cup of coffee at the cafe down the street.
VI I dated a boy once who asked me if I thought he did too many drugs as he exhaled smoke on a lazy Saturday afternoon. I had laughed and said no, all the while thinking quite the opposite. I still have yet to kiss him when he was sober.
VII I once got lost in the idea that there is no differentiation between lust, infatuation, obsession and love, that all were simply mirrors of each other, or parts of an ambiguous "bigger picture." I took a left down the path the led to Confusion and have yet to find my way back to Clarity.
VIII I have a bad habit of reading into the actions of others, exhausting the dictionary with a continuous stream of questions regarding the meaning behind the way he knew I took two spoonfuls of sugar in my tea or the amount of times he would blink as I told him were the scar on my left knee came from.