Your sarcasm isn't lost on me. You don't have to add the bit, "my sarcasm". Truth is, I don't know what she wants. Or feels like. Thinking about her is like going through an endless loop of misery. Part of me think she wants me, part of me knows she doesn't. I just don't get it.
Look, I want my stuff back. That is all. Honestly, if she had given me back my stuff, I would have stopped thinking about her. I would have stopped all contact with her. She knows that.
She doesn't block all communication. The one channel through which I communicate with her is very much open.
At this point. I just want my things back.