I realise that knowing someone for the longest of time does not necessitate me knowing what truly goes on in his mind. You can know someone for years, yet at the end of it you don't know him at all. You can sleep with a person every night for decades, and in the end realise that you don't know what ticks inside him. Or sometimes you think you know the person, but your assumptions are flawed, or completely erroneous. You can be with a person, but never be with him at all. A sobering thought.
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