I think I've figured you out. You have versions. The confident one. The clever one. The one who always seems to know exactly what to say. And then there's the one I catch in smaller moments. When you're tired. When something catches you off guard. When you tell me something and immediately wonder whether you should have. For a while, I thought maybe that was the real you. Like I'd somehow gotten behind the curtain. But maybe intimacy isn't figuring out which version of someone is real. Maybe it's getting to meet more of them. Because I don't want you to have to choose a version for me. And now I'm wondering... which versions of me have you already met? — Thalia Lux