We sat in a coffee bar near Blackfriars. It's closed down now. He was telling me he had starting seeing someone else, fallen in love with her: it was the last time we met.
"The thing is" he said bitterly, "I never really felt I knew you. You never let me get close. We had some fun times but there was always a barrier that I couldn't seem to get through".
The truth can cut right to the bone, can't it.
But how well can you ever really know someone? How close can you get? Maybe there would be a series of tests a person could progress through, like levels on a video game. What newspapers do I read? Am I right or left-handed? What colour are my eyes? What would I order in a restaurant? Where did I grow up? What do I like to dance to? How do I like to be touched? Could you recognise me in the dark, just by the smell of my skin?
Do we ever really know someone else?
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