sjsprWriting

We think we know each other well enough but I think we really don't. 

I've spent a lot of time wondering if people really get to know each other in the first place. 

How you always seemed to surprise me even though I was expecting it.

How maybe you  even surprised yourself, too.

So how can we know each other if we barely know ourselves?

I think about our summers in Arizona and the big stars and the first boy I kissed.

How it was perfect for me because it was on my terms, and I wanted it more than anything else at the moment. 

How desire takes us to some places of ourselves we never really quite knew until the right person gave them meaning. 

We always seem to surprise ourselves because we don't know how much exactly we are capable of, and I don't know if that's good or bad.

We are capable of doing anything. 

Doesn't that frigthen you? At least a little?