Why I Love Talking Until the Sun Comes Up

There’s something rebellious about refusing to sleep when the world tells you it’s time. Staying awake until the sky softens feels like stealing hours, like bending time to our will. And with you, those hours are never wasted.

Talking until sunrise is different than talking any other time. It’s stripped down, raw, softer at the edges. We’re too tired to lie, too open to hide. By the time the first light creeps through the blinds, I feel like I know you in ways that daylight never allows.

It’s not just about the words. It’s about the intimacy of choosing each other over rest. It’s about saying, you’re worth the yawn I’ll carry tomorrow.

Final Word: The best conversations leave you tired in the body but wide awake in the heart.

Disclaimer: This is poetry, not health advice. Don’t blame me for your missed alarm.