Just like The Narrator I seem to be
An emotional tourist
Sampling now what I once brewed
Unfamiliar with feelings which made me who I am
Suddenly aware of feelings which made me who I am
Horrified and excited and empowered and hopeful about who I was and will be and might be still
I enjoy who I am now, but some of the old returns sometimes
Catching me off-guard
Making me stumble
Tripping my feet on the grin that is the rug
Falling into the creases of a frown
Yet I emerge as Birbiglia
Hands held high
I love you and I don't mean to slip
I hate to slip
We aren't ice skating anymore, but please still hold my hand
We aren't in band camp anymore, but please still ask me to ask you out
We aren't in high school anymore, but please don't forget about me
We aren't what we used to be, but please remember that you used to love me and you still do
Please remember that I used to love you and I still do
Remember that I'll love you for as long as forever, and even longer
For as long as forever and longer I'll stay by your side
Through the **** and the swell
Through the longest of darks and the shortest of lights
Through the ugliest and the prettiest
Through it all
I want to be the one who grows old with you, our faces blending into one amorphous mass of fleshy wrinkles as we fade into that eternal sunset
I want to hold you as my arms fail me and my lungs collapse under the weight of a thought formed as word
I want to die to the sound of your breath with mine
I want you for eternity
I want to be yours for eternity
I ache for you
And my emotional tourism seems to have given me a ticket
To the old me
The me of before
The me of before who loved you but was too stupid to know it
I love you
I'm smart enough to know it now
I always have loved you
We're smart enough to know that now
And I believe in us
I love us
For as long as forever and longer