And then one day after being fucked up for months I realized something… I didn’t know her. She didn’t know me. Just because I tasted her cum and spit or could tell you her middle name or the record she liked, that doesn’t mean anything. That’s not a connection, anyone can have that. Really knowing someone is something else, it’s a completely different thing and when it happens you won’t be able to miss it. You will be aware. And you won’t hurt or be afraid.