The things nobody ever says.

If I were a boy.

I'd drive around, burn things down, speak in monosyllabic tones, grit my teeth, push my fists into the hallway walls, and still have arms to run home to. I'd come home, eventually. I'd have no limitations. Nothing would be impossible, unwise or impractical. I'd have all the time in the world.

I'd break your heart a thousand times, watch you cry, create an uncomfortable silence and then wait for you to apologise.

I'd 'misbehave.' Sneak through your open window, hide under the bed, lie about where I really am, watch you sink into vulnerability, break all the unspoken laws in the hours before sunrise. And then I'd return to my life, unscathed. Never held accountable, never with the burden of shame or secrecy, or something worse. Not knowing that you're sitting in a corner, with mud all over your name and tears streaked down your cheeks. Not accused of anything.

My son, my son, my son, they'd cry. You're home, here, eat. Here, sleep. Here, take everything. You stud, you badass, you adventurer, you free spirit. You're going to be a great man one day.

Hahahahahaha. A great man.

Daughters- John Mayer