The sky is dark, but I can see the stars.

I live somewhere where I'm lucky enough to be able to see all these stars every night.

I'm laying in a hammock, and the air is cold.

Not cold enough that I'm freezing, but just enough that I'm not comfortable.

I look down at the lit up screen in my hands.

I listen to the song playing.

It's a soulful song one of my friends wrote and recorded with a couple other friends of mine.

I open up my text messages.

I read the part where I said, "Goodnight. I love you."

And I sigh.

I listen to the crickets chirping. The frogs croaking. The dogs barking. The peacocks cooing.

You just said goodnight.

And I didn't tell you I love you because I'm romantically attracted to you.

I told you I love you because I love you as a friend and I feel so deeply for the people I love.

But here we are.

You fell asleep, and I'm here, wide awake.

I'm wondering when the universe will decide that I'm worthy of the gift of love.