Imagine that we stay up all night, your words and mine melding together and forming our very own foundations for everything that will follow. You ask me about my childhood and I’m sick of sugarcoating it. I say, “you’re just as guarded as I am,” and you knock down enough space in your walls for me to crawl through. We create our own constellations in the silence of the nighttime, your thoughts a whisper as we try not to wake up anyone else. Imagine that we stay up all night, your eyes the only thing I ever want to look at anymore, your hands kept to yourself. Imagine that we stay up all night, and by the end of it, we’re still not even tired.