Writing in the middle of the night, about middle of the night

You gently brush my hair and caress me with your love. You wake up at the middle of the night and tell me what a nightmare you had. sometimes I ignore it saying it matches your personality and thought process. On some mornings, you say me you had a wet dream and we make love at eight. Sometimes, we get late to our work, waving each other goodbye and not knowing how to bid a proper farewell. Sometimes, we speak out loud about our desires but the other makes sure one doesn’t get embarrassed. Sometimes, when you stay at your uncle’s, I have bitter coffee; forgetting you’re not there to add some sugar in it. Your friends aren’t only your friends and my siblings aren’t only mine. Sometimes you guys team up and make fool out of me. 

I can’t fall asleep unless you enfold me in your arms and you don’t get out of bed before your lips get the taste of mine. When I get the breakfast ready you get the dinner done. And, however far we might be, in the day time, we don’t have our lunches before we forward to each other what our food is made of. Despite this strings of one being attached to the other, we always have that room for ourselves, maintained. 

After hours of getting to bed, and when the clock hands stike one, our half-awake voices get little more thinner, yet we never run out of things to talk about, and when we do - exceptionally - the whispers are heard; of you and I endlessly praising one another. 

With us- everyday is an adventure, with us- each part of us knows how to handle situations like a grown up but also mess them like a child. With us- we know, there are are going to be bad times, bad days, bad circumstances but never hopeless people. 

You have always been there to light me up when the flames in me seem to have dampened and so have I been there to hold your back in all of your downfalls. 

We have been handling ourselves so clumsily yet in the best way we could have had. We’re the best managers and directors we could ever have had, but what do we do when we’re not around each other, for some uncertain number of days?