I want to know why you have that scar on the back of your right leg. I want to know why you fold the corners of book pages instead of using a book mark. I want to know why you prefer the chewing gums in the green packets to the ones in the blue. I want to know why you always listen to your music at full volume, even when you’re wearing headphones. I want to know why your sister annoyed you this morning and I want to know why you’d always smile and look away when we first saw each other. I want to know everything about you.
Excerpt from a book I’ll never write, 6 (via crushthoughts)
