Wednesday, May 7, 2025
Everything about you
I want to know everything about you. I want to know how you got that scar on your left knee when you were younger. I want to know what your favorite meal is and what it was like when you tasted it for the first time. I want to know everything about you because I care. I want to know everything so I can wrap my arms around you and learn how to treat you better. I want to know what you do on a random Wednesday after work when it's raining and the world feels dark. I want to know about the books you read in middle school that you sometimes re-read just for the nostalgia of it all. I want to know everything maybe because I care too much or maybe because it's the little things wrapped around the big things that make up someone's soul. I want to know what your first fight with your parents was about and if you slammed doors like I did. I want to know how old you were when you got your first cell phone and who was the first person was that you called. I want to be able to know you on a level that shows you I will be here through it all, the boring, the fun, the sad and the happy. I want to know what it looks like when you peel an orange, if you are the type to eat it with your elbows on the table, juice dripping down your face. I want to be able to tell people if you like your coffee hot or cold or if it just depends on the season. I want to be able to tell the stories of the kind of person you truly are not the one you pretend to be for those who don't know you. I want to know your pet peeves and If one of them is people chewing with their mouths open. I want to be that person for you that you can go to and not be afraid to speak your mind, the person you have told so much to, what's wrong with telling me one more thing. I will hold your stories close and remind you that you are perfect just the way you are and it's because of the little things that make up the whole of you, the quirks. I want to know everything about you, simply because I love you. Love is about showing up and loving all of you, not in halves but in absolute wholes.
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Everything about you
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