It's 3 a.m, Im awake again. They say that this is the time when the veil between our world and the next is at its thinnest. I'm starting to believe it's when she misses me. It's the time she wants me close, so she wakes me every morning at this time.

Star-crossed lovers, maybe my soul is older than I think. Reincarnation can sometimes do this. Confuse us like it's supposed to do; my sexuality peaks; maybe she's smiling because she knows she pushes those buttons from afar...

It's said that souls repeat themselves until their destiny is fulfilled; mine probably yearns for hers. I've gotten used to it by now, waking for no reason at 3 a.m.

Star-crossed lovers descend time, from this world to the next. I can hear you, and I can feel you. I love you too, my lady, till we meet again...