"i bet he doesnt look at you the way i did. how could he? there is no way in hell he sees you the way i do.
i bet he couldn't even fathom all the little things i know about you. i bet he has no idea that you get your hair color from your father's mother. i bet he doesnt know that your first bike was green, or that your grandmother was the one who taught you to tie your shoes.
i bet he doesnt know that your favorite thing to do is hold hands in the rain, because youre always too scared to admit to it because its so cliché.
i bet he doesnt know how you got that scar on the bottom of your foot. i doubt he even knows its there. but i do.
i remember all of those little things about you, and i love them all."
