It's the thoughts of us that keep me awake at night. The fear that my thoughts will never be a reality, and the closest we will get are the visions in my head. I try to clear my mind and place my soul at ease to rest my body, but an inadvertent placement of my hand or adjustment of my waist and thoughts are once again of you and I. How perfectly we would fit embraced as the night progressed and morning brought us yet another day together. It is these thoughts that keep me awake and yet, encourage me to fall asleep. For I know that the promise of tomorrow is that it may not end like today, and my thoughts will be a reality.