I tend to be a silent worker since I'm always immersed in my thoughts. I consider situations before I jump into action, but I can be really capricious and troublesome once my pathologic doubts set in. Understanding the world is my obsession-compulsion so I tend to dwell too much into details. I'd go out of my way to shed light to what is yet unknown. Oftentimes it leads to the worst, and my precious person gets involved in the troubles I bring.  But he said he likes the troubles I give him, without further explaining himself.  He's still quite a mystery to me, and no matter what I do, I can't figure out his ways.

When the person of my interest is the person I can never truly understand, how will I be able to understand my feelings?  I look for him, he finds me before I find him, and I flee.  Could that be tragic?