Human interpretation can be a tricky thing sometimes. It's not always the case that we read people in the correct way and when you think about it, this can be very un-nerving. Our only ways of taking in information are the indirect observation of a person, or through their view of themselves as related in their own words, which are still open to our interpretation, by the way...
And how do we fear others' thoughts about us? The fact that we open our minds is a sign of trust, but also an occasion of brutal vulnerability. How much more we could, would say to those we love if only it were possible to get over that fear of being too revealed, too helpless. Of course, those we are closest to could ruin our whole lives, make fools of us and laugh us to scorn. But part of that love is an unvoiced agreement to hold it all sacred, and we do it for them as well. Yet it can be so difficult just to tell someone of your love for them. Why is it hard? Is being in need of someone else so very terrible? Break the silence. They won't laugh.
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