There’s something about the late hours that makes every thought louder, sharper, more insistent. And at 2 a.m., when the world feels quiet and my head feels restless, it’s your smile that shows up like a lighthouse cutting through fog.
I think about how it sneaks up on me, unplanned, unforced, just there. I think about how it shifts a room, how it softens everything, how it feels like an invitation I never want to decline. And in the silence, I replay it until it feels like you’re right here.
Sleep can wait. That smile? That’s the thing that carries me through the night.
Final Thought: If insomnia had a cure, it would be your smile.
Disclaimer: This is a love-soaked thought, not a health recommendation. Don’t cite me in your sleep study.
 
				 
												
					 
											 
																	 
																	