What I just don't get is this mental incompatibility. Between heart and psychological stability. That night we spent shed no fear of it. We touched and we gazed and we motioned. We laughed and we spoke and we thought, like a couple with whole hearted hope. What was it that moved you. I want to know what drove you to edge. I wish to know why it was, what I managed to miss. Your bourneville cocoa eyes sucked me in. Your affections made me slide. You stooped me. So I have to say, if its not too late. I must explain that its all sober now. Its raw and real and rusty and righteous. Its all static, its all scary. But boy, I have hope.