Riddles, Enigmas, Intuition, and Answers
I wish I wasn’t playing this game… of figuring you out. Of deciphering your words and context and meaning behind it all. I wish I wasn’t playing detective. I’m not used to mysteries or solving riddles or patiently decoding secret messages that I fight with self to not understand. Because of this, I have never questioned my instincts so much until now. Who are you? What are you trying to say? Because this just can’t be one GIANT coincidence any more? Not that I ever was a true believer in coincidences anyway. Not once has anything ever been random for me and I guess everyone always experiences their firsts but this can’t be that time. Not when it comes to my soul’s most honest answer. And if it is all so random then why the persistent pull? Why the echoing enigma calling out to me in the form of a nagging reminder that you are familiar? Why the dangling temptation to not give up on this investigative quest? Just a little further with connecting these dots but believe me, to a cert