A Tree grows in Brooklyn-"'We're too much alike to understand each other because we don't even understand our own selves. Papa and I were two different persons and we understood each other. Mama understands Neeley because he's different from her."
Slightly different than what was between me and M but more or less the same. M and I are similar to a great extent, and I understand how she feel about things. The only problem is, how I should respond to them. When I feel those things, I tell myself to just suck it up, it's life and it's going to be this way. Not the most comforting and kind words that M would ever want to hear. However, I try my level best to comfort her but apparently i am not good enough for her comfort level.
M understands herself pretty well but she fails to apply that understanding to other people. She knows how she feel about things but refuses to believe that other people could possibly feel the same thing as her. It is hardly ever since winter break that i saw her trying to understand my stand point.
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