Consequent nights after the ones slept in the solace of your armful bearings ascertain me that as unintended as you may be a presence to my bubble-wrapped facade, there is a you who will always extend a better night that will lead to a better tomorrow. And for this and many other unfathomable reasons, a heart as mine is beats a little strangely, a little faster and crazier and steadily with affirmation, a mind once ruined by cynicism now is ruled by hopes. This night, I picture endearingly in memory, one that remembers you and us this way. With might, I pray to God that this is here to stay.

Goodnight sweetheart. Sail safe and be good.