i love being known.
my best friend knows i only ever like food after the first bite, that i never like anything if i only try it once.
my mom knows everything in my calendar, every special date, every friend’s birthday, even if i forget.
my dad knows every single one of my goals and how he’ll help me achieve them.
my cousin knows i’m not completely straight, that i’m sprinkled with something else, but also knows not to tell anyone.
this friend i made at a conference knows i like to play wavelenght, even if it’s with someone i just met.
my secretariat from last year knows i want to be secretary general of the united nations someday.
my apo will forever know that i love reading and will always let me head upstairs and check out her books.
my grandpa always knows i like random facts and will tell me random pieces of information to entertain me.
my hopefully someday boyfriend knows i love hello kitty and that i want a red bow just like hers
to be loved is to be known.
to know is to love.
i love being known.