Sometimes I feel like I don’t even know you. This might sound weird because I know so much about you. All the freckles on your neck. The shape of your ears. The things that make you happy and even what you will respond to my ridiculous questions about life. But then there is so much I don’t know. What do you think? And how do you feel? And I know you will say that that’s just the way it is and I shouldn’t be sad about it. But it tears me apart to know that I will never know you that well.
Josephine Stübs