Getting to Know Me

Getting to know me might seem easy. I’ll tell you anything you want to know, share my stories, my highs, and my lows. I’m an open book—but if you stop at the surface, you might miss the chapters that matter most. 

There’s more to me than the girl who loves hard, who remembers the little details, and who feels deeply.

You might think you know me, but do you know the lists I keep on my phone? The ones where I save all the things that make my favorite people smile—their favorite food, their comfort show, the songs that bring them joy at least for a little while? It’s my own way of saying, “I see you, I remember you, I love you.” It’s how I care, how I show my love without needing to say a word.

Once I learn your favorite coffee order or the way you like your eggs, I never forget. It’s strange, I know, but it’s one of my many little love languages. Because to me, these details tell a story, your story. And in a world where everything feels so fast, remembering these small things is my way of slowing down and cherishing the people I hold closest to me.

But sometimes, I wonder—does anyone even see that in me? I’ve always felt that people love the idea of me, the easy-to-read version, but do they want to understand the emotions, the struggles, the dreams that make me who I am? I can be a lot, I know that. My heart’s big, maybe too big at times, and my emotions tend to spill over. I want so badly to be understood, to be truly known, but that takes time—time that people don’t always want to invest.

I was never meant to be surface level — beyond the quick laughs and easygoing nature — I'm always thinking — always longing for a genuine, deep connection that endures beyond a fleeting moment or the next passing interest.

I want to be known for the way I love, not just as an idea but as a person —

someone who’s full of heart and soul, someone who craves meaning in a world that often stays too shallow.

Even though it hurts at times, I continue to care about the details, knowing anyone would be lucky to feel a love as deep as mine. So if you want to know me, really know me, take a closer look. Ask about the things I don’t always say, and maybe—just maybe— you won’t only love the idea of me, instead you’ll love the person I’ve worked so hard to be.