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And ultimately, he’s going to find out how you chew, how you sip, how you hum, how you dance, how you smell at every point in the day. The fact that most of your friends are shallow; that you hate sitting in an aisle seat, how you sometimes can’t seem to listen, how you get hyper when you travel, how certain games or shows make you really happy, how you get cranky because you’re too stupid to remember to sleep, how you don’t like the way you look in most of your pictures, how you can’t get off the phone when it’s late, because you don’t want to sound like you care, how you have no ability to save receipts. He’s going to know all of it; everything about you, he’s going to know. And he’s still going to love you.