You told me you know me enough. Enough to read my mind and guess my actions are really more than enough. But on the other hand, it's scary. It sometimes makes me scare to even not tell you things as you will just somehow know. Did God really placed you in my life to know me more than myself? Or did you happen to make the right guesses all the time? It scares me but yet makes me want to let you know more. I can't understand myself at times too, so perhaps you can help me.