Connections between people are tricky things. If you and I are friends, then who am I to you, and who are you to me?
Clearly my sense of you is vastly different from your experience within your own head. No matter how close we are, you remain — in my universe — a construct, a set of theories about who you might actually be.
Things get even more confusing in the case of a love relationship. There is so much more room for projection in a romantic entanglement, more yearning for the illusion that “you complete me”.
One great thing about merely being friends, rather than lovers, is that you generally don’t need to deal with that extra layer of confusion. Of course, you also miss out on a lot of fun. 🙂
So how can we ever be sure that we know another person — I mean the real other person, not the construct that our own mind creates around them?
Maybe we can’t, and maybe that is what makes it all so interesting.