Christmas lights in the cemetery

Last night was the best night I've had in a really long time. You have no idea what you've done for me, honestly. The silence in the graveyard was so peaceful. Until we started talking. And you're different from everyone else, because you make sense, and you don't judge me when you see my faults. If we were ever enemies I'd be screwed because you know me better than most. You know most of my secrets, but not all. Never all. It would be so easy for me to do what they all say I should, but I can't. I learned in February, and it scares me. You can never know that. Let's just spend more time in the cemetery at night.