Sometimes I lay awake, trying to remember what I forgot. Like all the times we never fought, because I never thought of you as anything less than beautiful.

It never crossed my mind that I might forget to be kind the next time around when I got the chance to say, "Good morning, I love you."

Because it's true that what I felt for you was nothing short of amazing. Your breathtaking smile giving life to my heart, kept me waiting with bated breath to see it once more.

And every day I made sure to give you my best guess at the word "love." Like it was something to be proud of, I gave you my heart.

In the hopes that I could start each and every day the same way I always did, with "Good morning, I love you." But life, isn't always a fairy tale..

And sometimes, it was easy to sell me on the idea that our love was never worth it.

Because on the days we fought, and our best guess wasn't perfect, I somehow forgot all the times I remembered to say "Good morning, I love you."

Our voices raised, our tempers flared, we compared each other to tidal waves, ready to crush all hope we had of love.

And soon we found that in our rage, that beautiful phrase wasn't enough to hold a gaze of love any longer.

So now sometimes, I lay awake, trying to remember what I forgot, like all the times we never fought, and I got the chance to say, "Good morning, I love you."