But I sometimes wonder what you do when you’re not drinking with your friends, or joy riding, or dancing with strangers in parks… I wonder what you do when you’re at home, by yourself, in your room and there’s no one to go out with. I wonder about the things you might do, like what the first book you pull off your shelf will be, or whether you’ll leave the dishes in the sink, because you always clean them immediately afterwards whenever I’m around. I wonder if you’ll walk around naked, or maybe just keep the cute underwear on, or if you’ll turn on some hipster trash and bounce around like you’re Beyonce. I wonder if you’ll close the bathroom door, ignore calls, or eat Nutella straight from the jar.

I sometimes wonder if you’d ever let me see this part of you.