When people talked about how a couple would begin to hate each other by anticipating their reactions or getting tired of their mannerisms – she thought it would be the opposite for her. She thought she truly would be in love when she knew everything about him – the way he’s going to part his hair, which shirt he’s going to wear that day, knowing the exact story he’d tell in a given situation.
She’s was sure that’s when she’d know she was really in love. If there’s any kind of magic in this world, it must be in the attempt of understanding somebody completely, of sharing everything. It might be almost impossible to succeed… but who cares, really? The answer must be in the attempt.
