The Paradox of Knowing

When I think I know
What you are
Going to say,
Before you say it,
A part of me
Stops listening.
When I think
I know what you
Are going to do,
Before you do it,
A part of me
Stops noticing.
When I think
I know you well,
Much of
The excitement
Of discovering
Who you are
Is lost.
Forgive me
For I think I know you
All too well.