I was thinking.
To get to know someone, really know them, takes a lot of work, and thought, and time. You'd have to concentrate, listen and be interested, stay close. You'd have to make bonds and keep them tight, you'd have to touch and hold, walk hand-in-hand, dance cheek-to-cheek, lie nose-to-nose.
You'd have to talk, and tell. Confide and open up. Tell your hopes and dreams, your secrets and shames, your fears and despair.
So I was wondering. If very few people really know me, is that because they didn't try? Or is it because they could already tell I wasn't worth the effort?
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