If.

“You see each of us as a brain, an athlete, a basketcase, a princess and a criminal
But you see, each of us is a brain, an athlete, a basketcase, a princess and a criminal”
-The Breakfast club

How long do you need to be with someone before you can truly say that you know them? A few weeks? Perhaps a few months? And what if fifty years later, you realize that there is a side of them you never knew. Do you feel deceived? Or intrigued?

Letting someone into your beautiful world isn’t easy. It isn’t just about sharing your dreams, and your taste in music. It is about allowing them to discover you, and wanting to know more. Memories that they cherish, ideas that they nurture in the dusty corners of their minds, the few little quirks that make them human, the few traits that make them unique, the passion that drives them, the inhibitions that deter them.

If you knew that the word “gooseberries” can kindle the strongest and sweetest memories of my childhood, if you knew that I sniff around for the smell of the musty old chair and soon as I enter my grandmothers’ home, because it reminds me of the house I grew up in, if you knew that I don’t mind having anything on my desk, as long as it is arranged in neat piles, if you knew that I go berserk if anyone brushes their teeth in front of me, if you knew that Moonface and Silky still hold a magical place in my heart, if you knew that I will always cherish the world “Little Men” lent me, if you knew all this, could you say you know me?

And if you didn’t, could you say it made a difference?