Give me tonight

Things are nice, we're getting along. As the night gets older we learn more about each other.

The kicker, though, is that she is returning to her city tomorrow, many hours away.

We fool around on some cold wet grass, on hill which we nearly fall off, overlooking some lights flickering on the harbour.

Things feel right. We connect, we zing. But mostly we alternate between making each other laugh and making each other horny. I feel happy.

Existance is purpose. We live for this one night. Then drift off, into different spheres, dreaming of crossing paths.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, a voice is saying, but what if, WHAT IF, you two would be happy to live together for rest of existance? Give it a purpose? Money and career apppear selfish after that.