I thought, I knew you well.
I knew your childhood stories.
I knew your dreams.
I knew the people in your life.
I knew the ones, who you love the most.
I knew your first love.
I knew your strengths and fears.
I knew your dirtiest secrets.
I knew the first time you sipped alcohol down your throat.
I didn't know everything.
I didn't know the 'real' you.
I only knew what you chose to let me know.
I only saw the face you chose to show.
But, I believed in you.
I was wrong.