can't put my finger on it...

So last night I was a little frustrated and I turned to my boy to vent to. Except it wasn't quite the reaction I was hoping for. It was different, it's like he was a different person. Not in a bad way, just different. Something I wasn't ready for I guess? It was the first time I've seen this side of him. I can't put my finger on it or explain how it was, but for once it just felt a sense of misplacement I guess. A sense of imperfection. I just brushed it off because really it was nothing and it was too analytical of me. Why read into something and worry about something when it's really nothing? Right? <3