I know how you like your coffee. Just a little skim milk, no sugar. I can recall each family member, each examination grade. And I could tell you how many freckles are on your nose without even looking. I know your top ten favorite books and every band you have ever seen live. And I could tell you the story of each scar or what you ate for dinner three Thursdays ago. It just saddens me that no matter how many wishes wasted, no matter how many hints I make, no matter how hard I try, you do not know any of these things about me.
i know how you feel. i love noticing and taking note of little quirks about people and they know absolutely nothing about me. it’s ok, one day you will find someone that will know everything about you right down to your favorite type of cheese.