He’ll know your middle name if you have one. Your parent’s real names, not just “Reggie” for short. He’ll know how old you were when you learnt to ride a bike, how your grandparents passed away, how you’re terrified of birds and pretty much anything with wings, and how much you enjoyed going to school to have normal conversations with people, than staying home with family just constantly yelling at each other. He’ll know your scars, how your laugh is accompanied with snorts, hand claps, and feet stomps. He’ll know all locations of your birth marks. He’ll know your favorite candy, and what you need when you’re on your period. He’s going to know why you’re awake at 3 am most nights. He’s going to know your dreams, your worries, and what makes you cry. He’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and how your problems with your parents and siblings almost always makes your blood boil. He’ll know you are the strongest person ever, and could be the laziest too. He’ll know your bad habits and your mannerisms. The way you chew, drink, sleep, fidget, kiss, and your weird walk. 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 then accept that you leave bras everywhere, and take twenty minutes to decide what to order for dinner. He’ll know how many sugars to put in your coffee. He’s going to know how you feel, without you telling him, and that you’re crying without shedding 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 you know what else? He is still going to love you. And you know what else? You believed him. Then he fuckin’ gives up. After knowing you, loving you, he just gives up. And leaves. And you know what? It is what it is. At least he knows, and you know, you are the strongest person. Stay strong. Remain strong, always. Because you don’t need a pair of weak hands to catch you when you fall. This is life. No mercy. No remorse. Trust what’s handed to you, trust what’s not meant to be yours forever. Sometimes the most beautiful things are born out of what deeply hurts.
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