I want to know you.

I want to know what you doodle in air. I want to know your playlist. I want to see what you fumble at; what makes you gasp and what makes you cringe. I want to know stories of when you were a kid. I want to know what you do when you wake up after a nightmare. I want to be able to tell your hearty smile from your fake laughter. I want to know what you do when you don’t have your phone. I want to see if you shy from the rains or let it gulp you whole. I want to see how you brave a bad hair day. I want to see how you look at fire. I want to know your fears and weaknesses, and what makes you blush.
I want to know you. And the patterns you see in clouds.
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