It's never enough. And I can't bare the thought of having to wait two more years before I see you again. But then I will wait and I won't really notice how long it's been until you ask me when was the last time we met.

It's never enough, you know? One evening. To sum up everything. To collect every bit of each other. To do all the things you wanted to. And try to make the most of it before the night is over.

I want you to be my almost-neighbor again. I want to be able to run to your door in the middle of the night, roll around in the snow, talk face to face, watch Friends and Coupling on your couch. I want to see you and hug you every other day.

'Cause it's never enough.