i sometimes miss the safe confines of your arms and our late night talks, where late night always turns to early morning, and it is not uncommon that we see the sun begin to rise. lately late nights have been turning into early mornings as we hang onto airwaves, telling stories till one falls asleep. but this is too much... too much talk where nothing is said, and too little sleep, for both of us. it is hard to see in the dark when only one thing is clear, because i have no crystal ball to tell the future. but i am willing to wait it out, and skip alongside time to see what happens, because i think it's worth the wait.

so no more late night airwaves. we know how we feel, and that is all that matters.
ill be seeing you when satin gloves and top hats are the items of the evening... and hopefully the stars will shine brighter for the us all.