“One day, he’s going to know. He’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parents names. He’ll know how old you were when you learned to ride a bike, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. He’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your freckles, your laugh lines and your birth marks. He’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. He’s going to know why you’re awake at 5am [some] nights, where you were when you realised you’d lost a good friend, [and] why you [so much]. He’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. He’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your parents. He’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. He’s going to know about your [childish] loves for [that one stuffed animal and otter pops], your dream of being [a] famous [writer], your need to quote any film [and any show] you know all the way through, and your fear of growing older. He’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget and kiss. He’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, and the colour of your bedroom walls. He’s going to know, get annoyed at, and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take twenty minutes to order a Starbucks, and check your horoscope… just incase. He’ll know your [In'n'Out] order, how many sugars to put in your tea, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwiches [to be microwaved]. He’s going to know how you feel without you telling him, that you need a wee from a look on your face, and that you’re crying without tears. He’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. He’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and he is still going to love you.”


No comments:
Post a Comment