You know how when you think you know someone so well, for many years,
You talk to them everyday, all day,
Hang out all the time,
Share secrets and stories,
Comfort each other and help each other out.
Then BAM! Its all lies.
You find out you never really knew them at all.
Sucks.
Disappointment and the bitter taste of frustration mixed with sadness creaks in.
"That person isn't like that. They know better. They would never..."
Yeah well thats what I thought I knew.
"Accept me for who I really am"
But how can I if I don't even know the real you?
