Knowing Me, Knowing You
I’ve been wondering of late. No one can really know what another person is feeling can they? Not really…
And… no one can really know what another person is thinking. Not really…
So does that mean that you can never really know anyone? Ever…?
Ohh trust is such a fragile thing isn’t it?
I have realized that I want to love you anyway, in what ever capacity you will allow me and to what ever extent I choose. So you keep being you and I’ll keep being me, and we’ll see how it goes.
