This world keeps disappointing me and I realize now how lucky I was to have met you, such a fateful night ago. Of all the ships and stars and silly obligations, we were two fools walking barefoot down the streets of a lantern-lit overripe spring night. God, the night never ended, and you never answered my questions. You were perfect that way, always let me think you were infinite and I, the cleverest thing you'd ever met. You loved me so easily and it scared me to no end that I knew you'd left.