Maybe it was between midnight and dawn. Somewhere between the lullabies and random hearty jokes. Or maybe it was in between our late night phone calls, between dead air and silence to which we can only hear each other’s background noise.Those faint whispers and humming a familiar song. Maybe it was because of the imaginary idea that somehow we’re meant to be, which only exists during wee hours separated by the static of our cellular phones.The concept of you peacefully sleeping on the other line while I’m engrossed with your snores and breathing patterns.Trying to resist the urge to close my eyes because sometimes there are moments where you could honestly admit that it’s worth skipping sleep for. And maybe, that’s where it all started. That’s when I started falling for you.