Under The Moonlight It's times like this, that trigger thoughts. In the night, sitting on the balcony sipping apple cider, I think of the very few nights we sit up talking. About everything and nothing at the same time. It was somewhat fresh and new. A fresh perspective and someone new. I remember my own balcony and how we'd jokingly try to push each other down. In the dead of the night, a very long time ago.

My Perfect Love My perfect love would make me feel as if I've known him forever. He'd be like my best friend, one of the few people who can tell when I'm about to cry. He'd be my warmer on cold days like this one, where it'd be too cold to leave the aircond on, and too stuffy to switch it off. My perfect love would be just as ticklish as I am. Where's the fun if we can't have tickle wars?