I was just thinking about you

That's not true actually. I haven't stopped thinking about you. All day. All night.

I wish I could explain it to you. I tried tonight. Again. In vain.

I don't like this awkward communication. I think I'm making sense, to myself, in my brain. But then I talk to you and I see a whole other side of you. I don't understand how I'm not being clear.

I thought this made sense. I thought going, getting my stuff, giving his stuff back would be the mature thing to do. He had questions, he had things that he needed to say to me. He got them off his chest. I acknowledged them.