those nights where you ride home with the windows down, the warm night air blows through your hair and you could care less that it’s blowing about. the nights where your iPod plays the soundtrack to your life, as of late, in perfect rhythm. the nights where you come home and realize you’re loved more than you could ever grasp. the nights where you don’t want to fall asleep because, my god, things could change in a split second, and you don’t want that.

those nights where you lay awake, feeling the warm breeze blow across you, through your windows, watching the stars and occasional airplane pass in the night sky, and the comforting sound of your ceiling fan, giving you a reminder that summer is near…

Si l’amour peut durer plus de trois ans, ça veut dire que le sexe peut durer plus de cinq minutes?