I could say I don't know much about you. I don't know what your favorite color is or how you spent your childhood or about your best friends. 

But what I do know about you is this. Your big brown eyes well I could stare at them all day. When you smile I can't help smiling to. I know you seem confident but you to have insecurities. You almost never really say whats on your mind. You don't like the pickles on chick-fil-la sandwiches so you give them to me. You like helping people and listening to other peoples problems even if you hide your own. I know when I tried to push you way you wouldn't go and your persisted on trying to talk to me and I don't know why.