I've begun writing you notes for you to discover at midnight, for that is the time when you can not fathom falling asleep with the bright twinkling stars judging you like that through the miniscule gaps of the curtains.
Silly, you've always thought that they are accusing when they are really just company for a weary mind.
I've written little notes like this on napkins, postcards, the backs of pictures and candy wrappers... on the tags of t-shirts and outside of the jars of your homemade jams you can't help but take a subtle lick of every now and then.
You'll find the essence of me anywhere in our little apartment (which I love sharing with you, by the way).
I adore you.
I've restocked your favorite biscuits that you usually have at around half past midnight - they're stacked neatly in the bread bin behind the salt and pepper shakers.
Have one and come back to bed.
My heart is yours.
