41 Things

41 Things

41 things.

That’s how much I know

about him.

(Trust me, I made a list)

They’re not

life changing


earth shattering.

The opposite, actually.

Because, for me,

it’s always been

the little things.

His middle name,

his coffee order,

his fear of flying;

I could go on.

With every tidbit

I learned from

casual conversation,

I fell a little harder.

But it turns out that

Those “little things”

were just that:


At least to him.

I’ve wondered,

how much do I

need to know about someone

to fall so hard that I’m eventually


The answer?

41 things.

Let’s see if I can make it 40 next time.