So here we are…

I could forever remember you,

I could forever remember what you mean to me,

I could begin to disintegrate tomorrow and never remember another thing,

my life is full of stops and starts,

It ends and it begins again.

I know not where to place my next thought.

You are my love, but you are my question mark.

What is love but a chemical reaction?

A chemical that seperates us.

We are dealing with each other.

Love is tolerating the other’s faults.

My agony results in your questioning.

My inability to answer is my lasting impression.

My final memory will be incomplete,

because I have never seen you or held you.