there’s something magical about the night, the way dark descends and greets you like an old friend, and there’s something spectacular about how the magic expands when there’s someone next to you in your cold bed, wrapping his taut arms around your skinny shoulders, whispering love songs and poems into your ears until you drift off to sleep. and when you wake up the next morning as the morning light hits your eyes in its gentle yet rousing way, and you take a few seconds to register everything that’s around you, you’ll realize you’re next to a beautiful boy, and there’s nothing quite as sweet as that.
