To, the love of my life.

Last night I sat outside in the corridor. The place where the two buildings met, where there was a cold wind blowing.
I shivered, but it was a good kind of shiver, you know? The one you would gladly take, because along with it came absolute peace. The knowledge that everyone was asleep, and you had the night to yourself.

The buildings with the lights still on looked like stars, and reminded me of pablo neruda's poetry, you know "tonight I can write the saddest lines"?.
But no sad lines would come to me tonight, I was at peace.
I could have cried and laughed and danced and there would have been no one to see, no one to hear. The phrase 'dance like nobody's watching' would have applied well, because nobody, was watching.

So why? When I was revelling in this silent night, did I think of you?
Why did I wish you were here.
Granted, I was happy on my own.
So why did I think you to hold me in your arms?
Why did I want to hear your voice?
Why did I want you to watch me dance?

Why did I want to break this godly silence?

I would rather be here with you.