He Said, I Wrote And He Read

"Do not think you can get to know a person a lot better by reading what he or she writes because words are just one way of masking oneself..." - that was what he used to tell me when I first started writing. But for some strange reasons, he would always read what I wrote and wonder if those stories were real, were related to me at all. It doesn't matter if they were or not really... Because like he said "words are just one way of masking oneself", but I guess everything has its roots somewhere to start with...