It's like trying to piece together puzzle pieces that don't fit.

Can't help but feel there's something more than your carefully constructed speech. Was it just my imagination? Intuition gone wrong?

But it's not my place to go digging. And the main question is, do I really want to know?

Then again, it could be an overactive mind, over analysed... a fleeting imagination.

On an unrelated note: Reminds me of Willy Wonka.

Edit: Suddenly, it doesn't matter anymore. I may be wrong, I may be right, but as long the friendship is unaffected, it's fine.