I wonder what his thoughts are as soon as he awakes in the morning, 
Or what drink he orders at restaurants. 
I wonder what he feels when he hears the rain falling, 
Or what he thinks before he goes to bed. 
I wonder if his mother sang him lullabies as a child, 
Or why he got all the ink marking on his skin. 
I wonder what his hair smells like, 
And what his skin feels like. 
But sadly I'll never know. 
I'll never know what he likes in his coffee, 
Or if he even likes coffee. 
I'll never get to feel his skin pressed to mine, 
Or hear his heartbeat while laying on his chest. 
And I wonder, 
How could a stranger who Doesn't even know my name, 
Mean more to me than I do to myself. 
{Zayn Malik}