Remember when you and I laid in the soft grass in front of the Chapel at midnight. It was dark and sweet and we held hands. And even though the world wasn\`t ok, you and I were ok, at least for a little while. We walked through campus at night and everything was ours and no one else’s. 

I want every night to be like that. 
But then, I don\`t, because it wouldn\`t be special. 
And it was.