I cannot tell you how many times I've wished I was, but I'm not.

So listen;

don't expect me to know what you want and know what you hate.

I can't tell what you're thinking by the look in your eyes; I'm utterly oblivious to your feelings. I won't know what you meant, only what you said -- I have to take things at face value.

Language is unspeakably crude.

And by this same virtue, I remind myself that you are not a mind reader, that we're both equally insensitive.

So when I happen to read correct meaning into the subtle hints you drop,

I'm telling you,

it's just a coincidence.