3.15 at Night

3:15 IN THE NIGHT

It’s 3:15 again and somehow I’m wide awake,

Turning tiny little thoughts into emotional earthquakes,

I’m staring at the ceiling like life suddenly got too deep…

While you’re lying next to me

Fighting for your last bit of sleep 😄

I whisper:

“Babe… do you ever think everybody’s secretly overwhelmed?”

You open one eye slowly like:

“Please don’t start another TED Talk right now…” 🤣

And honestly I already know that look…

That exhausted little:

“Oh no… not again.” 😄

Are you even listening…

Or just waiting for the part where you can say:

“Babe… everything’s okay now, go to sleep.” 😄

I’m emotionally drowning underneath the moonlight glow…

And you’re just trying lovingly not to lose your mind at 3AM 🤣

And somehow your sleepy little “mhm…”

Still calms me down more than it should

I’m sitting cross legged in oversized clothes analyzing half my life,

Talking about connection, feelings and what humans hide inside,

Meanwhile your sleepy face keeps slowly disappearing in the pillow light…

And I can literally watch your attention dying in real time 😄

You nod at all the right moments,

Say things like:

“Yeah babe… I get it…”

But somewhere between emotional trauma and existential fear…

Your brain quietly left the chat 🤣

And still you stay awake.

Barely.

But technically awake 😄

I’m building emotional Netflix documentaries inside my head again…

And you’re just trying to survive until 6AM 😄

I talk about energy, fear, life and why people pretend they’re okay…

You pull the blanket higher like:

“Babe… humanity can wait till tomorrow.” 🤣

And I know…

In these moments I probably drive you completely insane 😄

Not because I wanna stress you out or ruin your sleep again…

But because somehow at 3:15 in the night

Everything suddenly feels important in my mind

And while you’re internally begging for this conversation to end…

You still stay awake trying your best to understand 😄

So honestly babe…

Thanks for being this brave 🤣

Are you even listening…

Or do you just love me enough to stay awake through this? 😄

Maybe you don’t understand every storm inside my head…

But somehow you still always reach for my hand

And mabye this means true love in our live , at 3.15 in the Night