I Want To Know How You Like That
There are varying degrees to knowing a person. Name, gender, age. Favorite color. Taste in music. Irrational fears. How they like their books arranged at home. Common words and sentences they tend to use in everyday conversations.
Even then, all this information doesn't really make a whole person. Even if you could know every single tidbit of trivia about someone, anything that goes on in their mind would just be an educated guess. You, in the eyes of others, are no more than a series of deductions. Sometimes we forget no one's able to read anyone's mind, and that's a good thing.
I tend to give a lot of importance to little things, so much that I often get "it's not that serious" in return. Well, to me, it is.
It is serious that your favorite color is the same as mine, or that you like Adélie Penguins better than Magellanic. I don't care that you like Final Fantasy IX as much as I care about how you like it, what's your favorite character and why, what scenes speak to you and what quotes live rent free in your head. How did that shape your opinions and feelings about other stories. What resonates with you in the things we share, so that I may understand you.
And then I can notice the patterns! How the things you like show up in how you speak of what you love and what you hate. How they shape the things you create, and vice versa. I love listening to the stories my friends imagine, even when they're just spoken words, "imagine how cool it would be if"s.
Despite having written more than a few things in my life, I still believe I'm not that good with words. Please let me know you in a way I can wrap my head around. Even if it's as stupid as "I only drink coffee with two spoonfuls of sugar and if I don't I notice it immediately". It might be because I'm someone who feels very strongly about a lot of things; the other day, I saw a lady drop her bag by accident and two perfectly good baguettes fell on the dirty floors of the station, and that nearly made me burst into tears of frustration. That wasn't even my bread.
I don't want to feel so strongly on my own. That's just lonely. Let's feel together, sometimes.