One of those nights.

It's one of those nights when the sky doesn't look completely black. Not because of the stars or anything. But there's a faint glow of yellow along the horizon. I figure it's from all the lights. You wouldn't think it'd be enough. But there it is. A soft yellow from every other home in this clustered suburbia creating an unknown shade between it and the pitch black sky.

I said what I needed to say tonight. And for now I'm satisfied. The whole situation had been too much for me emotionally. But upon looking over the brief conversation I found this message I hadn't noticed before, i do like you, and couldn't help but tear up a bit. It felt different this time. It felt sincere.