It's true. Just because someone likes the same hobbies, however esoteric, as you do, that doesn't mean they're your soulmate. That's true. You're just one fan out of a handful. You can find each other in forums, in conventions, and in concerts. But sometimes we become attached to a piece of art, or a book, or music, simply because they speak for us; they see for us, they become for us, our deepest yearnings, and resigned longings. And if someone likes that too, they too must understand. But alas, if the heart and mind of the same person can fight by either flooding or freezing, how much more the other, born from different soil, sunlight, wind, and rain. Two forests don't hold the same trees. You might never understand why I sided with Nastenka in White Nights, even when I find myself confused over her affections for the dreamer. What is sharedness but an invitation to oneness, even when the dates and addresses are smudged. It still says the same thing: "I want you to come with me, this is the language of our world." But you forget that even languages have dialects and slang. We will always be lost in translation.
