One day, he’s going to know. He’ll know your real name and your parents’ names, your birthday; your star sign and where you were born and some of your funny childhood stories that are not so fun to share actually. He’ll know your bored brown eyes color, your scars, and your freckles, and that how you naturally every time comfortable without make up on, the way you look after spending hours getting ready, how not in good figure you had that make you far less than perfect and how you honestly don’t really care. He’ll know your bad habit when you’re tired, your mannerisms to certain people, your stroppy pout if you’re hungry, and your laugh lines when you’re happy. He will watch all your facial expressions endlessly. The way you chew big amount of cookies, sip not in lady like, walk playfully, and sleep easily like there is no tomorrow. And why you don’t like take a picture and giving that silly face at the end. He’s going to know your secret bucket list dreams, the hyper you can be, y