I listen to the sound of the rain as it is the ground outside of my window. The wind blows my curtain softly and I think of you. You are the reason I am up so late at night, typing away. The darkness of my room is only illuminated by my laptop screen. I am remembering that feeling so tucked away in the folds of my heart.
You have grown on me.
And I foolishly wish to not feel like this. For it means, I will be open to something else: disappointment. How sad is it that I almost want to be alone instead of have the foreplay be better than the sex. How often does that happen.
But I will live in this moment and relish in the smile on my face as I type away, well past midnight. You are the glimmer of hope in my eye.