How do you explain to someone that everything about them is important to you?
How do you explain to someone that they could never sound stupid, or silly, that not a single word that falls from their lips is ever forgotten?
How do you explain to someone that each one of their likes and dislikes is recorded in a special part of your brain, porn bad, kisses good, lemons bad, lime in apple juice good, office doors closed, bedroom door open.
How do you explain to someone that hearing their every thought is more important to you than to them for thinking it, that the stupid websites that they patter across during the day and the idle impressions of them are more entertaining to your world than thirty years of television trivia, no matter how extensive or intelligently analyzed for effect on the population?
How do you explain to someone that love to you means that they become important beyond what they can offer you. They become worlds in themselves, glorious and fragile, strong and burning across a fevered sky.
How do you explain that their favourite opinions will never be forgotten or replaced by the trivia?
How do you explain that you wish you could walk their dreams, play knight through this nightmare, play flowerpetal in that dream of spring meadows.
How do you explain that you care about the conversations they have every day, because you want to care about they people they care about?
How do you explain that finding out by hearing it from somewhere else makes you feel lied to?
How do you make them understand that absolute trust is a beautiful thing, but that it requires absolute disclosure?
I guess this is how.