One Night

There are some things in life you will remember forever.
Whether it's the death of a loved one, birth of a child,
a first date, something, something will stick with you until you're old.
The night after we'd confessed, that was mine. 
It was just us at my house, and, well,
I guess I was kind of still confident from her saying yes,
cocky, as some others would say.
Or foolish and impulsive, as I'd put it.
So I asked her, without really thinking about the connotation,
if she was okay with staying the night.
Words left my mouth, and then she started laughing,
and It all hit me.
Long story short, I apologized to her for half an hour,
offered to walk her home several times,
and stood in mortification for an eternity before she spoke up.
"You gonna walk me in?" I nodded, too red to speak.
So it was the couch we went to.
I would not, under any circumstance, suggest my bed.
That was... too far, even if she probably would not have cared.
That was the great thing about her. 
She trusted me, with everything and anything.
In a way no one had before.
And, to be honest, that was the last thing on my mind.
If anything, I was still in shock from her accepting me.
To the point where I just let her lead me to the couch,
and set me down, half-dazed.
I imagine she was more along the lines of the
"it took you this long to figure out I liked you?" mindset,
while, yeah, it was hard to believe. 
Only one other had said that to me, 
and she'd twisted and molded until I was her dog.
At her beck and call and side...
The girl beside me expected nothing, asked for nothing,
demanded nothing but the right to love and be loved.
And so I did. Even from the early stages of a relationship, I did.
That is why I laid down on the couch that night,
let her curl up against me, told her that I was glad she was here.
She just laughed and said it wouldn't be the last time.
I think she heard my blush. She laughed harder.
She knew me enough to know where I was weakest.
And she exploited my awkwardness perfectly.
Even then, I didn't want to be anywhere else.
Maybe it's a male thing, but the only thing I could think was,
She's mine, and I'm hers.
It couldn't have been more true than with her,
the wonderful, funny, bright girl who gave me a chance,
and took my heart while she did it...
She made me, remade me into someone better.
And as she fell asleep in my arms,
I knew I'd do everything to keep her there.
Even if it was only one night...