Nights with you have raised the standard for how I'm supposed to feel when I go to sleep. The bar is set so high that when I try to drift off on my own I find I turn over left to right and back again hoping to see you just once before I close my eyes. I burn holes in the ceiling trying to clear my mind and make room for a dream featuring you that doesn't involve misery. It takes a tremendous amount of effort to swallow my fears, luckily my trust for you is like an extra strength pain killer. I pop a few thoughts of that into my mind and it knocks me out smiling. Waking up is the same experience. I'm not disappointed, I just miss you. I've been infected with your magic; you've charmed my soul with an addictive kind of love that doesn't ware off. I'm falling into the infinite, exponentially speeding alongside your heart it would seem.
It's been quite a long day.
