Tonight wasn't supposed to be about you and I. But after we sat there for an hour or so underneath that sheet of cloth, with that oh so familiar scent of you tingling my 8 senses, It sort of became about you and I. 

When you closed your eyes and faced me, it sort of made me feel happy again for the first time in a while. 

For the first time since the last woman who made me sad told me that she loved me for the last time. 

Your endless blue eyes were what made me fall over, and they almost made me fall all over again.  

But how unrealistic. And how badly timed.  Maybe some day.