11 P.M.

It's 11 p.m. I know I have school in the morning, I know I should go to bed. But every time I try to tell you that, I get distracted by your smile. You're ranting about your day, all the people you met, all the cars you saw. I can't help but smile too, something about your voice when you're talking to me is calming.

It's midnight. I really should go to bed, my alarm goes off in 6 hours. I look to my phone screen to tell you I'm going to sleep, but instead we lock eyes. I'll never understand how I can get so lost in them. Your central heterochromia disappears for the night, leaving just that honey brown in your breathtaking eyes.

It's 1 a.m. You've fallen asleep, but I'm wide awake. Every thought that crosses my mind is about you and everything I want to do with you. The possibilies of our future are endless. Slowly I find myself drifting off, thoughts of you and us soothing me to sleep.