The moment I think back on the most isn't when we learned to samba we saw each other naked our lips met for the first time or even when we said I love you. Its our last night together, the night we played cards with your family slept in your twin bed couldn't work the DVD player and took our first bedroom picture. It was the night when I woke up and cried quietly until you felt my tears on your skin You wrapped me up and rocked me back to sleep You whispered I'm here over and over again. Don't you remember, love? *It was the night before you left (me).