Why can we never truly know the full extent of another person?
There is forever a boundary between us determining which facet of a friend we can lay claim to. I will never have access to your entirety. I wish you could know the whole of me. But for the divide between us. There is vain hope coupled with insurmountable reservations. Aside from what we allow of ourselves to be known, there is no way to be our full selves at any one time, because we are fractured beings reflected in the spectrum of our lives.