I wonder if he wears slippers around the house or what drink he always orders at restaurants or what his last thought are before close for the night.
I wonder what his hair smell or what his skin feels like.
I wonder if he prefers texting or calling or if his mother sang him lullabies when he was a child or what he feel like when he hears the rain falling.
But I am never going to know what it's like to feel his skin pressed against mine or know what he likes in his coffee.
And I wonder, why I love a stranger with all my heart and why someone who doesn't even know me.
Means more to me
Than I mean to myself.
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