Occasionally, I get to know them. At least I think I do. And they get to know me in the process. At least they think they do.
I have discovered some things in the last few weeks about myself that I didn't know. Feelings I didn't know I had. Fetishes I had never explored, even in my own mind.
In the process I found out about other people too and the perceptions I had of them were altered. In some cases, shattered.
We're more alike than we ever knew, or ever will. The further my boundaries were pushed, the further my understanding of why I even had boundaries in the first place became.
The answer I was looking for was as plain as the bonds that united and divided us. I have boundaries so we can destroy them.