“I know you so well”, No, you don’t

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People often assume they truly know you just because they know your favorite food, music, or the places you like. But isn’t it the biggest misunderstanding?  believing that knowing a handful of things about someone means you understand who they really are. The truth is, you don’t.

We can’t fully know someone, but it’s about who is willing to stay with us in silence and understand beyond the words.

Sometimes I hear people saying “I know you” and I stare at them, smiling, not because they really know me, but I smile, thinking how far they are from knowing me from the inside.

Because you may know that I like to eat brownies when I feel sad, that I prefer reading self-help books over fiction, and that I love rainy weather, but that doesn’t mean you’ve seen the nights I cried, thinking my life was over, the silent battles I fought. You only know the version of me I showed you, the text I sent you, and the things I talked with you. You don’t know the paragraph I typed but never dared to send, and the thoughts I never shared with you.

It’s easy to say “I know you, I understand you,” but did you really know me? No, you don’t. Because I never showed you. And you never asked me and looked inside of me.

It’s easy to assume you really understand someone after knowing some of their personality. But people are more than playlists and favourite dishes. We are made of dreams we never spoke about, the scars we never showed around, and the experiences we never talk about.

You only know the part of them, that they are comfortable showing you.

I think we are all walking with the shallow version of each other in our heads, pretending we know each other just because we have spent enough time together.

Maybe none of us is fully knowable. But what sometimes upsets me is that people just say “I know you so well,” knowing that they don’t even sit with my raw self, my unfiltered version, and know the wounds I cover with a smile, they just know what I showed them.

But it would mean the world to me if someone at least tries. Because being understood won’t come from words, but from the silence someone chooses to stay and listen to.

Maybe one day, someone will look at me and say, “I don’t know everything about you, but I want to — not just to know you, but to understand you.” And then, maybe, I will hand over some pages of my life — the ones I once tore in silence.

I hope we all find someone who whispers, “I may not know you well yet, but I want to — not just to know you, but to truly understand you.”

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