41 things.
That’s how much I know
about him.
(Trust me, I made a list)
They’re not
life changing
or
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:
Inconsequential.
At least to him.
I’ve wondered,
how much do I
need to know about someone
to fall so hard that I’m eventually
crushed.
The answer?
41 things.
Let’s see if I can make it 40 next time.