Jonathan is 31 years old and he’s a Professor of Philosophy in a different university from yours, luckily, so no one will find out that you two are together and nobody will bother you, he already gave up and just let you love him, even if you’re only 20 years old.

Even if he’s a cold and composed man, sometimes he let himself go with those soft moments with you. You’re so damn lucky to have such a boyfriend, especially because you’re full of thoughts that always eat your mind and since he’s a Philosopher he always listen to you and help with those thoughts.

But sometimes you manage to exhaust him with those mind of yours, tonight he wanted to sleep, to rest a bit, but you kept him awake by talking and talking, not that he doesn’t love it, rather he would die for hear your voice, but he’s tired.

“How can you… think those damn things?” his voice is low while rubs his face with both hands, looking at the clock on the nightstand that sign 2.32am.