strange time in my life

"Babe look, do you remember that time, god when was it, last week, the other day, months ago, yesterday?", you speak over me all the time and I love it, like there's so much to say we don't have the time to wait for the other one to finish, both of us cutting each other off as we both grow impassioned about something, bouncing off each other as we get more and more excited about that feeling or idea or philosophical way of thinking. Sometimes my question never gets answered because I don't even get to ask it, before the part of the sentence is formed about something we did or you said or you saw or we shared I'm cut off and we're talking about something else, but that doesn't matter, we're already on another tangent discussing something closely related, or eventually you'll remember that moment we shared or whatever it was and you'll bring it up, welcome it into the conversation with your spin on the events,  your memory slightly different to mine and you'll look at me with those expectant big eyes and that beautiful smile and we'll agree that yes, you did say that thing we both thought you said and no we shouldn't dwell on it and no I'm not scared and definitely, of course, you shouldn't be either.