What does the handwriting tell about the person? ( Can you know what food they like? )

I took my notebook out,
just to write a song,
but then I saw you,
and now there's nothing I can do.

After all this time,
in this notebook of mine,
I found your words,
forgotten by time.

Our lives are a mess,
but we're doing fine.

Two months have gone by,
without you near by,
my life is a mess,
yet I'm alright.

Hold on tight to these,
hopeless, broken dreams,
I've never given my best,
hope it's not too late to try.

Rooftops and parking lots

Let's go to the 10th floor of the parking lot,
sit on the top, drink and have fun,
ramble and cheap talk should be enough,
the truth is all we got,
and I know it's not a lot,
but,
I still remember how we met, yet,
I don't remember making this alcoholic bet,
three years passed,
and all I can say is I'm glad of the time we wasted,
spending it on memories in unusual places,
not hiding our faces, honest from the start till the end.

Don't be scared to look down,
open your eyes and see the beauty of our town,
take a big deep breath,
we're at the top,
and this night is all we got.

So a few hours pass,
but they went by unnoticed,
all I could think of is how to hold this blessed moment.
Now you're resting in my hands,
with a smile on my face,
you complimented my smell,
girl you made me fell,
so I just went for it and kissed you,
and time slowed down,
allowing us to sit down.
Not because you tripped, no,
we just needed time off,
to get another drink.

So don't be scared to look down,
open your eyes and see the beauty of our town,
take a big deep breath,
we're at the top,
and this night is all we've got.

Now I can see your mother's calling,
probably worried cause she doesn't know who you're rolling with,
but we both didn't want this to end,
you turned off your phone,
and act like nothing happened.

Time to climb down, mix with the crowd,
be on our way home,
let me walk you back to your place,
kiss your face one last time,
and maybe hope to see you soon and call you mine.