Night falls and I look up to the sky. In the blackness of an overheated room I think about you and overflow with emotions, visceral emotions detonating with meaning. We never could come to a settlement, always wrapped up in the tides of the mother ocean, in mauve hot summer nights, but I seen the light in your eyes, faintly glowing, reminding me of my inner child longing for the paradise of youth. I think it was the moonlight, or maybe it was the earthshine, your winter halo speaking to me. My love for you is as long as the sky. I would drive as far as I could to get back to you. I would drive as far as I could until the car broke down or the wheels fall off. I would drive as far as I could without stopping for a gas station, through storms, if it meant I could get back to you. I would endure the duration of the pain in my beating heart, however long it lasts. I would die a thousand times over to go back to the past, to that moment when everything felt right and nothing was out of place.