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 birth marks. 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 most nights, where you were when you realized you lost a good friend, why you picked up a razor when you were 14 and how you managed to put it down when you were 16. He's going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. He's going to know about your dream wedding, your problems with your parents, your first heartbreak and how you tried to commit suicide when your first love broke your heart. He'll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. He's going to know about your love for cream cheese, your dream of being famous when you were five, your need to quote any film you know all the way through, and your fear of growing older. He'll know your bad habits, your stupid looking pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it's his favorite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget, and kiss him. He's going to know, get annoyed at, and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take twenty minutes to order at Starbucks, have to organize your DVDs alphabetically, and check your horoscope.... Just in case. He'll know your McDonald's order, how much sugar to put in your coffee, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwich cut into triangles. He's going to know how you feel without you having to tell him, and when you're crying without shedding tears. He's going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom, inside and 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 is still going to love you.
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(A/N): I hope you girls read, and reread this. You're gonna find the one. And he will love you with everything in his body. I promise. I love you all so much. 😘❤
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Confessions of An Anxious Girl
Truyện NgắnJust a bunch of short relatable stories that I write when I need to express my feelings. I hope you guys like them. ❣