Puzzle Riddled in an Enigma

Puzzles: I've never been good at them. I always get frustrated trying to fit in the correct pieces--don't get me wrong, when I was a kid I enjoyed doing them because they were challenging. That was about the gist of it, though. They were a challenge. Nothing more. If anything else, maybe they tested my patience. And patience was very much all I had when it came to puzzles. Sometimes I'd lose a piece or two and would render the activity fruitless. It was the end. Or so it seemed.

"It's sunny outside."
"Yes, I know--what are you suggesting?"
"Go out. Have fun. Do something. Stop sulking."
"Many things to do, plenty of time, I get it."
"You aren't going to, are you? Hah. Knew it."
"Propose another idea, see if I care."
"Just trying to help here, is all. Looking out for you."
"Sunny or not, you're not helping. Why would you?"
"She called you a puzzle. Inside a riddle--"
"--wrapped inside an enigma. Yes, I heard."
"Never been called that one before, have you?"
"No, I suppose not."
"What do you suppose she meant? Or wanted you to think?"
"Am I psychic? Can I read minds? Who knows? I sure don't."
"Open your eyes, see what she sees...can you blame her?"
"No, but I have no interest in finding out."
"Why not?"
"Why would I? I am not interested. Quit pulling at strings that aren't there, will you?"
"Words. They are just spaces between us. You feel that, right?"
"Sure. If you say so."
"Hate me all you want, you know I'm right."
"Hah. Sure, keep telling yourself that. Maybe if you opened your eyes instead of always telling me to, it would be different."
"Yeah, maybe. Maybe not. Things change."
"No. Nothing changes."
"People, places? C'mon. You know I'm right."
"Perhaps."
"You just wish I wasn't."
"Puzzle pieces."
"Riddles."
​"Enigmas."

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