The more, the less

The more happens, the more - I thought - I would understand her. You reveal yourself through your actions, don't you? So it's true: I know more. But I understand less. With every day it goes on for, I understand less who she is, who she was, what she wants, what we were once.

Or is it simply that she is a new person now that needs discovering anew? (And some are more successful than myself at this).