This is being too strong. An invisible bond. A feeling that keeps warm. A feeling that grows rudely so it cannot be stopped by anything..
A little silly possession. That hopes for the earth spins a little fast. But it has to wait. It takes a little patience. Patience of nothing. A condition that not totally agree yet.
Even both, maybe, in a deep inside of them, silently whispering the same wishes. To make it quick. To make it happen.
So that it may conclude, at 2 AM, in the middle of the night, both share their thoughts, their spirits that trap in their heads this time too long. A sense of playing fluffy hair. A taste of something never before. A feel of everthing in a whole. Unite.