You Don T Know Me Novels & Stories

“You have got to be kidding me right now with this.” He doesn’t move, but I see his back straighten just a little. “Of course, I’m not fucking kidding. Why would you say something like that?” “Because I just can’t wrap my head around how you can want someone you don’t even know.” I scoff at him. “Oh baby,” his voice softens, “I do know you.” He looks from my lips to my eyes, taking a tiny, microscopic step towards me. “How could you possibly know me when I don’t know you. I’m mean for Christ’s sake you won’t even tell me your name.” I scoff at him. “This is getting ridiculous. I’m not just some toy you can claim!”

"Do you know what you have to do?.. Never show yourself in front me again, Even if you have to move out of this state or country, I Really do not care, But Don't I repeat Don't show yourself in front of me AGAIN!" Christy eyes snapped open!?

“I’m afraid of losing control. Of hurting someone I care about. Of becoming something I can’t come back from.” “That’s not going to happen.” “You don’t know that.” “I know you.” “Do you?” The question caught me off guard. “What do you mean?” “I mean we live in the same house for years, but you barely look at me. How well do you really know me?” “I know you better than anyone else does.” “Do you?”

**Ezra: You don't know anything about me. **Unknown: I know he's cruel to you at school and you still can't stop watching him. I know that's not something you choose. I'm not judging you for it.** **Unknown: Don't let him break your heart, Ezra. He will if you let him.** Ezra stared at his name in the message. He hadn't given it. His stomach dropped straight through the floor. **Ezra: How do you know my name?** No reply.

"Why." "Because I didn't know how to say it." "That's not good enough." "I know—" "Stop saying I know." I turned back around. "Stop saying I know like it's an answer. I know is not an answer. I know is what you say when you want credit for understanding something you did anyway."

Annoying motherfucker. "How exactly do you know me? You must have noticed by now that I have no recollection of you whatsoever. Why don't you just make this easier for us?". I lean back on the settee away from him, waiting for him to spill it. "I would, but where's the fun in that?"

The next second, I received another message. ╭───────────────────────╮ Unknown: This is the last I'm contacting you if you know what's best for you. You'd leave. ╰───────────────────────╯ ╭───────────────────────╮ Unknown: You're never going to be enough for him. I care for you deeply and I can't stand him playing you like that. ╰───────────────────────╯ ╭───────────────────────╮ Unknown: If you want to know the truth about your

“I’m not going anywhere either.” Something in my chest does something catastrophic. I look at my hands. “You don’t know that,” I say. “You don’t know what you don’t know.” “No,” he agrees. “But I know you.” He says it simply. “I don’t know how, or from what, or what it means yet. But I know you the way I know the fourth light switch. The way I know how you take your tea.” He pauses. “The way I know you’d rather bite your tongue than ask for help, and you’ll still get up at two in the morning for someone who needs it.”

Everyone must be afraid of death, there are only those who are ready whenever they will die. "Wait!" I suddenly spoke, while looking at Joshua. I admit defeat this time, and am a little annoyed that Joshua still doesn't put the thing down. As if waiting for the continuation of what I just said. “I—I don't know anything, why do you even want to do this to me?” Shit, this time I really bragged incorrectly.

"You thought you knew yourself. Well, you're wrong. You don't know a single bit about yourself. Haha. It's just funny because you look stupid right now. You look naïve,” I'm nervous. She's right, I don't know anything about myself and I'm not interested in knowing the real me because I'm afraid to know my true identity and someone might not accept me. But now... I think I want to know myself. "What do you know about me?" I think my nervousness disappeared and was replaced by curiosity. “A lot. I know a lot about you and I can only tell you one thing, you know nothing about your identity, and... you will never know your true personality. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA," I was surprised by what she said.