do you ever wonder if there’s more about you then you know? that there’s things people know about you that you haven’t even realized yet? i wonder all the time how many compliments, how many insults, how many hearts have warmed because of me, and how many hearts have broken. it confuses me, how can i not know everything there is about me? how can someone else realize beauty or darkness without me realizing it? are we really that clueless?
