2a.m.

Spinning. Tossing. Turning. Falling so fast. Giving up on looking ahead for what direction this may take... Instead, reveling in the moment. The hours. The words. The butterflies. How is it that so little time can feel like so much more? I wake up in the middle of the night looking for you next to me, wishing. Waiting.

Usually so methodical. So meticulous. So independent. So...me. Ignoring everything? Reason. Rationale.

So eager for whatever lies ahead. Whatever may come. Wherever this goes. So much cascades through my mind... So much has a completely different meaning if it means having you with me. Come back soon.