When other people talking about shit and stuff about many things, especially about their singularity, here I am, in front of my laptop, with you on the other side, connected by wireless technological mumbo jumbo.
Do I want more than this? Hell yeah I am. I want you right here, right now, with me, cuddled up with each other until the sun rise from the east.
But, well, I know we can't do that... not now, not yet.
And that's not a problem, not at all.
So, let us (and our laptops) spent tonight with love, shall we?
I love you, shorty.