Everybody's got layers. Some are just thicker than others. They intrigued you to unearth them. The layers all vary in sizes, some translucent, one gnarled with age because it woven with thinned threads of memory, others obscured and worn-out, the top always spanking with an extra shine to it. Most people never get past those glitters. Those are the ones not really worth the patient vigils for the phone to just ring or the 'ping' that indicates a new message just came in. I would say try to wait for the people that actually went to the trouble to get the bottom of you, with every layer in their pocket, along with pebbles of childhood and their first ticket to the theatre, tucked in safely with the exhilaration of pony rides and wet bathing suits of summers, not so much effort out of curiosity though. Just plainly because they care enough to.

If only I could say that with any genuine conviction. But no, I hate 'what-ifs'.