I can tell you that you're beautiful.
I can tell you you make me feel complete.
I can tell you that you make every dysfunctional piece of my life & myself make sense.
I can tell you that I love you.
But I'll grow old & tired & weary, & I'll forget,
so will you.
I'll forget how you looked in my eyes.
I'll forget how you pulled me back together.
I'll forget how you brought order to a confusing world.
I'll forget just how you made me feel.
Time will pass & these will be nothing but empty words & jaded memories, & neither one will be worth a **** to either one of us.