My dear,

It’s 4 AM. I’m writing this to you at 4 AM.

And for some reason I feel perfectly fine. Overjoyed in fact. It’s as I’ve got caffeine in my veins. Or maybe something stronger than caffeine, because for some odd reason my dreams actually excite me less than my life does right now. Maybe I’m intoxicated. Maybe…

You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.

Falsely yours,
Theodor Seuss Geisel