I remember



I remember

that first night

we stayed up past 3 am

and all we did is talk


i remember 

thinking that i could

listen to you talk

forever

and how i've never felt that way

about anyone before


i remember 

that night 

at 3 am

that was the momemt 

i fell in love

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