I was thinking. About how you give me an excuse to smile. And how you remember my birthday. And how you try and cheer me up when I'm sad.

And how I can trust you with stuff. And how you're there for me. And how bad I feel when I have to go. And the conversations we have at one in the morning. And the way it hurts slightly to think of you. And the way I get that little thrill - 'Oh, you're here' ^.^ - when you come online, like I used to get before.

I was thinking about you.

And then I was out of breath.

And I had no idea why.

So long and goodnight.