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To be loved is to be known - by Carina - I've Been Thinking

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There is something profoundly sweet about someone being curious about you. Someone wanting to learn every insignificant detail about you and how you function. Why you prefer this restaurant over that one. What volume you keep your TV at. How you got that scar. Your opinions on olives. To be loved is to be known. I know my grandpa doesn’t like pasta and that he prefers doing sudokus with a pen instead of a pencil. I know my grandma likes having the radio on while she cooks. That she writes down today’s temperature in a calendar, and calls her cousin at 11:00 o’clock every day. I know my dad curls his hand inwards a little when he sleeps. That my mom doesn’t use butter on her bread. That my friend’s aunt gave her that gold necklace she never takes off, and that she gets a headache if she wears a tight ponytail for too long. I heard somewhere that if you got to see someone in their most personal, vulnerable moments—if you could see all the tiny things they smile or cry or worry about—you

To be loved is to be known "Love is the stack of biographies on my nightstand with a bookmark near the end" Carina Dec 20, 2024 40,114 694 11,480 Share There is something profoundly sweet about someone being curious about you. Someone wanting to learn every insignificant detail about you and how you function. Why you prefer this restaurant over that one. What volume you keep your TV at. How you got that scar. Your opinions on olives. To be loved is to be known. I know my grandpa doesn’t like pasta and that he prefers doing sudokus with a pen instead of a pencil. I know my grandma likes having

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