You have no idea

You have no idea how she looks like when she just woke up in the morning

You have no idea the things that make her eyes light up so bright that even the sunlight drown in

You have no idea what keeps her up in the middle of the night and what makes her just want to sleep all day

You have no idea how she sees the world, how she value things

You have no idea what is her favorite music or color, what or who is on her heart right now

Her shattered dreams, her new dreams, her hopes of the world, her perspectives, the way she views life, her stupid peculiar theories

You have no idea

Her ambition when she was 8, her ambition when she was 11, even her ambition now

You have no idea

You have no idea about her family, which personality she became when she’s at home, what kind of person she really is

You have no idea how many times she encounters life and death situation, people who left her, people who she left, her insecurities

What she likes to do during her leisure time, her favorite cat, her favorite place, her dream place, her favorite food, her favorite fruit

You have no idea

Her sweetest memories, her unforgettable moments, her painful experiences, her traumas, her phobias, what kind of food she dislikes

You have no idea

How many kids that she wants, her dream family, her dream husband, her dream job

You have no idea of any of these so how could you say that you know her well?  you can’t say that you know her well till you discover all this, you cannot say you know her just because you know half of them. Not a single person she’s known know her well. At least for now.

She’s manipulative, therefore she only let you know the things she wants you know. But remember, she’s like a moon; a part of her is always hidden away.

You just have no idea how many of the things she tells are true and how many were all lies in order to cover up who she really is.

I myself honestly admit that i don’t know anyone that well. But mostly because i don’t want to know, i don’t feel the need of knowing the details. There is this one big compartment inside my brain that i left empty just for that one person. That compartment will be used to remember his details, his favorites, all just for him.

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