How well do you know her?*

Me: I don't know. There were times when I felt like I could listen to her thoughts, like I could feel her pain behind her smile. I could sense her anger, sadness, awkwardness, even her emptiness. But sometimes, I wonder—do I really know her? 

The person I thought I knew would never hurt someone like she hurt me. She was incapable of hate, yet she hates me with every cell in her body. She was the kindest person I knew, but somehow, she was the rudest to me. She was always so generous, yet when I was begging for love, she couldn't give me even a drop. 

Maybe I was the one who made the mistake. I just wish I knew her.