But Whatever Do You Mean?

Her mind was reeling,
in a state of retropulsion,
as though stepping - no,
leaping back
would save her from
dwelling on the implications
of what just happened.
The enemy - so-called -
            called for truce,
     even friendship.
She has known him these
past three years and not once
has he made any indication
of backing down.
His sense of pride, like a wall,
didn't allow the very idea
to enter through the gates.
And yet now, when she chances
upon him in the streets,
all she sees on his face
is bewilderment,
             even confusion.
When he chances upon her,
                       his eyes fill with anger -
but does she see a hint
of embarrassment, dancing in the corners?
Her curiosity is getting the better of her -
                    she demands him,
upon confronting him,
to explain this sudden change.
And he could only reply with incoherencies.
She can derive nothing
from his mumblings and constant tripping
                over his own tongue.
When she consults a friend,
the friend merely looks at her
and says, "Isn't he just into you?"
The gears begin to wind to a stop.
"What?" Impossible, she thinks.
Unfathomable, she reasons!
                                                                                Her mind is reeling.
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The word was "retropulsion". Hopefully I used it the best way I could!

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