Thursday 14 February 2013

What I Know About You

I know that you would rather lie in bed through the mornings than get up.

I know that cold rainy days are always nicer than sunny ones, except when there's something to be done.

I know that brands matter to you, but you're alright with normal things too.

I know that the reason you don't like eating prawns is because you don't know how to peel them.

I know that there is more satisfaction in writing a line that speaks your mind entirely than completing a song.

I know you never fully remember the lyrics to the songs you wrote anyway.

I know you've always wanted braces but they're too expensive, even though I prefer your smile this way.

I know purple was the colour of the contacts you wore when I first met you, next to grey.

I know you used to walk while dragging your shoes all the time except when you're wearing heels.

I know that you happen to look very nice in a maroon Garfield shirt.

I know that you probably enjoy swings more than little kids do...and probably more terrified of the swinging than they are as well.

I know that you watch the lights of the runway get smaller until they diminish as an airplane takes off.

I know that you believe perfection is spoken in poetry.

I know that you look at details when it comes to flowers. You prefer white roses to red and you especially appreciate it when each flower is wrapped separately by itself. You look at the number of roses. You never throw them away.

I know that you happen to have a soft toy cat (that you find creepy) AND a soft toy duckling which is coincidental to what I call you.

I know that the letter L is missing from your keyboard.

I know that your house phone can make calls to other numbers, but other phones cannot make calls to your house phone.

I know that you used to wear light blue socks to school even though we were supposed to only wear white.

I know that you prefer necklaces to bracelets and earrings to necklaces. And I'm willing to bet, shoes to earrings.

I know that you've fallen in love with the art of expression, a form which you can control and tweak to your own style and liking.

I know that you've always had a strong taste in expression, a purpose in words stencilled in ink on your skin, a splash of colour to the tips of your hair.

I know that your eyes were never equal, I never grasped the different names for your eyelids, but one makes your eyes prettier while the other makes your eye more catlike.

I know that strong brewed coffee and dark chocolate will make you sneeze.

I know that the unspoken words in this passage are probably the things I know that means the most to you.

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