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 and could tell you her middle name or knew a 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.