the sky is blue

(* night is right *)

I can't wait for tonight.

I was finally back home, and I couldn't wait to talk to her again.

I prayed for another five-hour deep and meaningful conversation like the one we had earlier in the summer.

Honestly, I loved that about her. I could talk to her about whatever was on my mind and trust her.

Then she would understand.

We could go back and forth, trading problems and thoughts. It was a song; all the notes fitting in perfectly and blending in with one another.

She understood me, and I understood her. It was unique and surely unlike any friendship I've ever had.

It was a bond stronger than words.

Seemingly every late night would be our time for a deep conversation. Connecting on a school topic or interesting event is one thing.

Every night was a new chapter. Every night we learned something new about ourselves.

And every night I would fall asleep, because I was tired from the day.

Or I would fall asleep because my mouth muscles hurt from laughing and smiling. :p