(Paradoxically, she reminds me of both the bar maid and the woman at the diner)
Another night of screaming. Another argument. More painful words that no one means.
I don't want to be here. I want to be anywhere else tonight.
No. I know where I want to be.
I want to be with her. I want to hold her close and feel her heartbeat and hear her amazing, intoxicating voice whisper "goodnight"... I want to fall asleep in her arms and wake up, far earlier than we should, to sit at her window and watch the sun rise together.
More than anywhere else, that is where I want to be.