i can’t stop thinking about last night, when i slept next to you in the elementary school field under the stars. and that moment where i was walking in front of you and you said my name and grabbed my hand and pulled me back out of the yellow glare of the street lamp and into the shadows and you kissed me. i didn’t think that i would miss you much this last week, and i didn’t, really. or not that i realized until we saw each other last night, when just by being near you i could feel an indescribable purpose in each moment.