... well enough, you said. Don't know you?
I was properly introduced to you in public, and shook your hand.
I know when you were born, how tall you are.
I know where you went to school, what you studied, how you earn a living.
I have been in your workplace, watched you, all serious and focussed, engrossed in your job.
I have met your brothers and their wives, been in their homes.
I have watched as you stood by a friend on his special day, I have stood by you in your own moment of triumph.
I have eaten breakfast, lunch and dinner with you.
I have looked into your eyes as you raised your glass to mine.
I have drunk from your glass, and worn your shirt to bed.
I have spent all night in your arms, feeling your breath on my cheek, listening to your heartbeat.
I have held you as your heart bled, mine bleeding.
Don"t I know you well enough?
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i know that feelin..
i know even if i dont see "you" for the next 5 years in my life.. i will always know.. the sad part is i may not want to remember or recollect or even know you anymore.
But..
i know yr favorite smell.
i know what u dont like to eat.
i know what makes u smile.
i know yr sunday morn smile.
i know what makes u high.
i know who u will make friends with
what you will do on a monday nite or a sunday afternoon.
where you will go for a holiday.
the glint in the eye.
i also know yr fears, hopes and dreams..
do i want to know u as well as i do?
do you know my demons?
do you know my nightmares?
do you know my steppenwolf?
do you know the millions of other selves who parade around inside my head?
Maybe that's why we never know each other, quite as well as we'd like to.
Maybe that's why we know each other, in little ways that hurt so hard, and so unexpectedly.
Maybe that's why we're better, knowing and not knowing, loving and disliking, searching, and very often, never finding, never fathoming.
but knowing, fortunately for us humans, is still nowhere as important as loving.
and so if i love you, then nothing else really does matter.
do i need to know you at all, after all?
i know your quest.
we will never quite know each other - but in that ignorance lies the adventure!
in that little spot of doubt lies the thrill of surprise.
there is an innocent delight in finding something new every day, ever minute, every second, just as there is a pang of painful ecstacy when you lose that innocence, every second, every minute, every day.
do you know yourself?
when you see you in my eyes are you the same you you see everyday?
are you the same you you see in the mirror?
you cannot know the ones you love the most by heart - including yourself - and you should not. if you do, then there's nothing left but to drift apart till you have to learn each other by heart yet again.
i rebut. you do know, well *enough*.
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