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With regards to the initial question, I agree with Fredweena's take on the situation. There are all sorts of clichés for this:
less is more
distance makes the heart grow fonder
What seems to be happening in essence, is that you liked her so "leaned" in a bit too much for her taste and she was put off. So she backed away from you a bit. After a while of this back and forth, you got tired of her disinterest. Then she was "free" of you for a time. And maybe she did like you and would think about you sometimes after that. Now she wonders why you backed away. So when there is new contact, she shows some interest. I think she probably likes herself a fair amount and doesn't get why your attention waned, and subconsciously maybe she doesn't want to not have that attention. So when you cool off and don't reply or don't show much interest, she tries again. This is very common when people don't quite know what they want, but know they like to have lots of attention.
I also agree with Toaster. She is probably more of a taker than a giver. Either she will learn through life that she can't always have what she wants, or she will always be this way and personally, I think this kind of person can suck the life and energy out of you so fast it's really not something you should want for yourself. People like that need someone who is able to take over from them and be firm and no offense, but it doesn't sound like you're that person.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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