Late Nights

After two nights of talking on the phone at wee hours of the morning, I've come upon a certain realization. Yes, I'm tired. Yes, it blows that I'm tired. But I couldnt give those phone calls up. Tiredness really hasnt seemed to be phasing me at all.
Two weeks now that I've been getting at most 7 and 1/2 hours a night. I'm almost immune to it.

In Other News:::
Three weeks. It's been three weeks since The Stairs. Three weeks since she stole my heart, drove me crazy, and left me with a feeling of such longing I thought I was going to explode.
It doesnt seem that long ago. Almost like it could have happened last week. Last night. Perhaps it's just because those moments have been immortalized in my mind and I've relived them so much that there's no telling when they happened.
That night was the best night I've had in a long while. I was with her. I wish I was with her right now. Just as I wish she was next to me while I'm talking on the phone with her. Exchanging words in a groggy oblivion to the fact that it's past time to be asleep. Refusing to surrender to our bodies' needs and keep talking through the night. Oh how I wish she could be here. That we werent so far away. I want to see her and to be with her. Perhaps we'll see eachother soon. But even when this longing for her is so bad, I know that if I dont see her I will be alright. She's here with me, no matter what.


Here's to late nights, refusing sleep to our exhausted selves, just to share eachother's company the only way we can. I'd give up sleep forever if it meant I was talking to her. I'd give up more to be with her. To have her next to me in bed every night. Cheers.