and i’ll call gideon when it’s over and talk to him long after everyone has fallen asleep, the phone growing warm against my ear. as we say good night, i will want to say i love you. i won’t say it. but just the thought of it will keep me awake long after. the best kind of awake, the purest caffeine pumping through your veins, where you never want to stop feeling what you’re feeling, can’t bear the thought of interrupting it, even with sleep. (in/sp)










