I know that she likes crunchy peanut butter, not smooth and that she only wears blue jeans, and every second Friday she will wear a dress. I know that she is a vegetarian and enjoys physics over chemistry and I know that if she could go anywhere in the world it'd be Greece. I know for a fact that she prefers baby Ruth to Reese's and that she wants a Labrador.
What does she know about me?
I'm certain she doesn't even know my name.
I know everything about her.
I love everything about her.
And I know that if she just gave me a chance,
she would know everything about me.
And she would love everything about me.