I think these are my favorite nights, the ones where we crawl into bed and spend hours talking, facing each other like we’re at a sleepover, only you don’t have to go home in the morning, you don’t ever have to go home again because this is home, we are home, and we talk about the mysteries of space and the ocean’s depths, of science and justice, and I want to take your face in my hands and kiss you until you gasp but I don’t want you to stop speaking, either, I want you to keep talking about electric currents and hammerhead sharks and rubbing my ears to keep them warm, I could listen to you talk for the rest of my life and still wish for another hour to hear just one more opinion, one more silly story, one more blushing secret, I’ll always wish for more everything with you.