He knows my favorite color.
He’s heard my favorite song.
He knows that my favorite cursive letter is “L” because of all the curls.
To be known is a beautiful feeling.
He knows I don’t like hummus, it’s a texture thing.
He knows my favorite movie.
He knows what makes me sad.
To be known is a wonderful feeling.
He knows my deepest thoughts.
He knows my shallowest feelings.
He knows everything there is to know about me.
To be known is all that I could dream.