brisk

you confuse me. all gregarity and flirtatiousness one moment, blustery cold and brisk the next... i feel like i'm friends with an entire carousel full of yous, never knowing which one of you will come round the corner next. some days i bet with myself. today will be boisterous you. truculent you. sly and boastful you. jubilant you. shy and surprisingly genuine you. if only i knew which to expect, i would know how to act. if only i knew which you to expect, i could fashion a me to match. a me who would say all the right things. one who would never hit conversational sour notes or have foolish slips of the tongue. a me you would think is witty and playful and pensive and reserved in all the right moments. a me you'd never tire of. a me you couldn't forget. a me you'd be drawn to cruelly, relentlessly, inexorably through each minute of each day. a me you'd miss desperately. inconsolably. without end.