I am still kicking myself for not waking you.

The night you put out all the stops, the night I stayed up counting sheep, wondering if in the morning you'd change your mind.

I remember knocking once, knocking dozens of times.  You didn't open the door, I sat out on the floor.

Even today I am puzzled :  Everything was fine, you were mine.  We didn't fight, it all felt right, why THAT night?

Oh god, it still means alot to me.