As I am longing for you late at night, I remember our late night chit chats about our thoughts and dreams. A place free of judgement and where any subject is welcomed with open arms. We created a space were anything was possible, even we where possible. We were like Knights, unchallenged by the realities of the world we had created. Warriors of our own hearts, fighting through the night in hopes of saving each other from our demons and torments . As dawn approaches the spirits of the night disappear into the unknown and our magic vanishes into dust. As the new day came we were sat there, with two broken hearts and we realise two broken heats can not mend each other.
