Sometimes I wonder if she knows, I wonder in my Nothingest moments if she's testing me, if she types nonsense all day long, or types nothing at all, just to see what I'll do in response, she wants to know if I love her, that's all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there, like new batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the hall closet.
The narrator reflects on his uncertainties regarding a significant female figure in his life. In moments of introspection, he questions whether she is intentionally provoking a reaction from him through her ambiguous communication style. This leads him to ponder if her silence or seemingly nonsensical remarks serve as a test for his affection toward her.
