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13 de marzo de 2014
One day
One day, he’s going to know. He’ll know your 
birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and 
your parents names. He’ll know how old you were when you learnt to ride a
 bike, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how
 much you hated going to school. He’ll know your eye colour, your scars,
 your freckles, your laugh lines and your birth marks. He’ll know your 
favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. 
He’s going to know why you’re awake at 5am most nights, where you were 
when you realised you’d lost a good friend, why you picked up the razor 
and how you managed to put it down before things went too far. He’s 
going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and 
your worries. He’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream
 wedding, and your problems with your parents. He’ll know your 
strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. He’s 
going to know about your love for mayonnaise, your dream of being famous
 when you were five, your need to quote any film you know all the way 
through, and your fear of growing older. He’ll know your bad habits, 
your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your 
laugh like it’s his favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, 
sleep, fidget and kiss. He’s going to know that you’ve already picked 
out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid 
dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. He’s going to know, get 
annoyed at and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take 
twenty minutes to order a Starbucks, have to organise your DVD’s 
alphabetically, and check your horoscope… just incase. He’ll know your 
McDonald’s order, how many sugars to put in your tea, how many scoops of
 ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwiches cut into 
triangles. He’s going to know how you feel without you telling him, that
 you need a wee from a look on your face, 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.”
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