Even as the day broke and the sun rose high. The beauty of their night did not dissapear. What a crazy, stressful, beautifully passionate night. Joking that they would later tell their grandchildren about. She couldn't help but think over and over, just keep talking, if there is silence maybe you will wake up. It has to be a dream. Nights like this do not happen. All the years of bad taught her to be cynical. No matter how bad she wanted to push it away. How do you believe in love when love has only ever let you down? Just go with it, she thought. Let it be. Just keep talking so you don't wake up.