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 how 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 color, your scars, your freckles, your laugh lines and your birthmarks. He'll know your favorite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, color and song.
He's going to know why you're awake at 5am on most nights, where you were when you realized you'd lost a good friend, why you picked up the razor and how you managed to put it back down before things went too far. He's going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your weaknesses, 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 your love for spicy and sour tasting foods, your dream of being famous when you were five, you need to quote any film 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 like it's his favorite song. 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, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the color of your bedroom walls. He's going to know, get annoyed at and accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take twenty minutes to order Starbucks, have to organize your DVDs alphabetically, and check your horoscope... just in case.
He'll know your McDonald's order, how many sugars to put in your tea, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwiches cut into triangles.
He's going to know how you feel without you telling him, that you need a wee from the look on your face, and that you're crying without shedding tears. He's going to know all of it.
Everything. You, from the 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 you know what else?
He's still going to love you.
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Unspoken Poetry
Poetry⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ if any of the tagged things are sensitive to read about or makes you feel uncomfortable, please do not read! I'd hate to be the reason you feel either way.
