It’s quite out here. It’s evening and we’re lying on the cold gras, our thoughts completely consumed by the dark infinity above us. I want to say something. Something that could make you understand how much you mean to me, but I can’t think of any words to describe it. Suddenly I can feel your hand reaching out for mine. I turn my head to look at your silhouette in the pale light of the moon, and even though I can’t see your face I know that you’re smiling.