A thought

Remember that night in Richmond? How we slept together so peacefully? And you said how is it that we spent 6 months trying to sleep on this bed and now it comes easily? I just thought of the reason why. 

Because we stopped trying to have the most room. It wasn't I don't have enough room. It wasn't I'm hot. It wasn't get off my pillow. It was about laying next to each other and being together. 

Maybe if we figured that out sooner, we'd be together. Maybe if i figured that out sooner, we'd still be together and happy. 

Guess I'll never know. 

Doesn't it suck when you figure everything out too late?