It's almost 1am and all I want to do is continue talking to you and whatever you have planned in that confusing head of yours.

It's almost 1am and all I can think about is the prospect of you and being with you and understanding what I've been missing and what you've been missing.

It's almost 1am and all the engulfs me is excitement and fear that this is wrong but right and exhilarating and it takes me onto it's wings and soars me through infinite spaces of the sky with the wind hitting my face as a warm friend and not a cold stranger.

It's almost 1am and I know I should sleep and you should too and you're probably awake like me and it's so hard not to pick up my phone again.

Not to pick up and tell you how late it is and how stupid I'm being just to hear you admit you're being stupid too.