i wonder if he wears slippers around the house and what drinks he always orders at restaurants and what his last thoughts are before he finally closes his eyes for the night. i wonder what his hair smells like and what his skin feels like and why he got each of the inked marks on his skin. i wonder if he prefers texting or calling and if his mother used to sing him lullabies when he was a child and what he feels like when he hears rain falling. but i am never going to know what his skin feels like pressed against mine or 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 my name, means more to me than i mean to myself.