You're asleep beside me. You said the benedryl made you pass out. As you were falling asleep -- or, rather, as I was keeping you up and you half-sleepily responded to placate me -- I told you that I love you. I asked if you knew that. You nodded. I asked if you were upset. You said no. I asked if you still didn't know if it will work out. You said you didn't know.

Well, I love you. One of the reasons why I love you is because you inspire me. You help me see the possibilities I always knew that were there but seemed to have forgotten cause I got too grounded in reality. I've wanted an out. I dug myself deep. You helped me remember that I have wings.

It's just gonna take a while before I remember how to fly.

You said you want to be with me forever. I don't know what it is, but something in your eyes when you say that just takes me to another place. I believe it. It's rare that I believe anyone, but -- I don't know...call it "God," "Allah," "fate," "magic," "Truth" -- maybe its that I see right clear into your soul -- whatever it is I see in your eyes...hrm, it brings me to another place and it swirls and, and I'm in that other place, where your eyes come from, there, with you and -- dear god -- I'm in the throes in love with you and nothing else in the world matters. And it's ours. Anything is possible. We can conquer it all.

But then I gasp when I look down and grab tight of your hand and bury my head in the crook of your neck.

You can fly.

I just don't want you to get too close to the sun.