When the sun goes down. When the lights go out. When the curtains get drawn. It begins. This universal longing for lovers. Old messages will be reread, phones will be stared at, minds will wonder and hearts will hope for one more message or a call.

It’s a universal thing this longing for lovers, my dear. Cherish it and hold on to it with both hands because when the object of all your thoughts and desires shares the same duvet as you, you really will miss those nights. Nights when you could choose which side to sleep on, what time to set the alarm for and only had your own cold feet to deal with.