Do we ever really know a person? Do we ever really even know ourselves? I mean, yes, we get to know someone, think that who they are on the surface is who they really are, what they're really about. We make decisions based on this belief. But years later, will we realize that we imagined a friend to have the qualities that we needed in another person, but in reality, were looking at them through a golden veil? Does our mind fool us into giving the people we love qualities they don't possess?
I know these are all big life questions, but that's where I'm at. These are the things I liked to ponder with my friends...I miss them--we supported one another and I didn't even realize it--true friends get my heart.