WRITERS BLOCK

One day, he'll know.

One day, he'll know you. He will know everything. From your head to your toes. One day he'll know all your quirks and faces and moods. He'll know your pet peeves and triggers. One day he'll know when your getting mad and when your about to explode. He'll know to get you out of that situation so you don't go ballistic. One day he'll know when your crying without seeing your tears. He'll know when your about to have an anxiety attack. One day he'll know your symptoms. He'll know when your getting sick or your period or when your getting upset. One day he'll know all your memories, from learning to swim to learning to drive. He'll know every birthmark and freckle and mole and scar. One day he'll know why you picked up the razor and what made you stop. One day he'll know how long you held that handful of pills and what made you throw them down. One day he'll know when your about to go back into that dark place and he'll know how to bring you out of it. One day he'll know your true laugh from your fake one, your real smile from the one you paint on for show. He'll know when you need extra attention and when you need space. One day he'll know all your favorite foods and music and places. One day he'll know why you can't sleep or don't eat and he'll help you out. One day he'll know your order at restaurants and how you need a ton of extra sugar in your sweet tea. One day he'll know why you need to sleep with his jacket. He'll know what you need him to say at the right times. He'll know what you want. One day he'll know everything. He will just know.