... Couldn't drag me away.
I keep asking myself why I'm so wrapped around the axle like this over you.
I haven't been this squarely and completely stuck, unable to get somebody out of my head and my heart like this, for a very long time.
All the open questions feel like a loose tooth, or a picture on the wall that's just a little crooked, but you can't seem to set it straight. I keep replaying things in my head and just trying to figure it all out, once and for all, and nothing ever seems to make sense or add up.
Maybe somehow everything about me just changed for you overnight, and I suddenly became repellent to you? Like, all those Major Histocompatibility Complex molecules suddenly just flipped on their axes and reversed?
Did you paint yourself into a corner with me somehow and this just seemed like the only way to get out of it?
Were you still worried about being a "homewrecker" like you mentioned at the cabin?
Did Gloria going on the warpath over CrumbsGate just put you into a bunker mentality and you were worried about losing your home, your kids, or both, and I was getting in the way?
It's the questions that have me holding on, I guess.
And of course, it's also everything I've already said to you in these notes. This was something really special. You are someone really special.
And I'm just still stuck here in my head, trying to figure out how and why it all went wrong.