Saving My Heart For a Man like Him

I found this article on tumblr that inspired me to write a revised version of what kind of man I'll save my heart for.

One day he'll know. He'll know my birthday, my middle name, where I was born, my star sign, and my parents' names. He'll know how old I was when I learnt to ride a bike, how my grandparents passed away, how many pets I had and all their names, and how much I hated going to work on weekends.

He'll know my eye color, my scars, my moles, my laugh lines and my birth marks. He'll know my favourite books, food, pair of shoes, color and songs. He will know what kind of clothes I wear, my four ear piercings; my vampire-like teeth that comes out when I smile, and that I can't leave the house without mascara and eyeliner. He's going to know why I'm always up late when I'm home for the weekends, the time I sleep and wake up.

He's going to know my phobias, my dreams, my fears, my wishes, and my worries. He's going to know about my first heartbreak, my dream wedding, and my problems with my parents, friends, with other people and the world. He'll know that I play volleyball and badminton but never knew how to play chess. He'll know my strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy and my mixed emotions.

He's going to know about my love for yoghurt and mango shake, chocolates, pizza, pasta and burger; my dream of being a famous singer and dancer, painter and writer, and my love for books, tv shows and movies. He'll know my bad habits, my mannerisms, my duck face, my facial expressions, and my laugh like it's his favorite song. The way I chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget and kiss.

He's going to know that I've already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the color of my bedroom walls. He's going to know, get annoyed at, and then accept that I'm an O.C. sometimes, and that I take twenty minutes to think where and what to eat, have my clothes hanged by color, and check my horoscope... just in case.

He'll know my McDonald's order, how much I love Swiss Miss and that choco latte instant coffee mix, fried chicken and lots of rice, and that I just eat too much and never gained weight. He's going to know how I feel without me telling him, and that I'm crying without shedding tears. He's going to know all of it. Everything. Me, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. He's going to know every single thing there is to know. And yes, he is still going to love me.

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