My eyes are blood shot and it is 2:30 in the morning. But here my mind wanders at the thought of you (again) and all our interesting conversations; Our winded talks on travel and architecture, politics and adventure; I can't help it. I've never felt so hungry for more knowledge and with you it sweeps me away, all that you know, all that you do. I don't know what this is but, no matter Your eyes are so lovely and your turtle neck is **** You see it doesn't matter that you are who you are My heart is blind and it swoons for you anyway.