Everyday we fight.
We fight for different reasons.
We fight day in, day out.
Yet, we’re still here, not one of us has moved not even an inch.
You need space.
But then why are you still here?
All we do is fight.
Aren’t you tired?
Aren’t you sick of it?
I look at you and you look back at me with your hair in a mess, tears in your eyes and a gentle smile, and I take a deep breath…
But I guess that’s what makes us work, that’s what makes us so perfect together.
Even after all the fights, the screaming, the tears, and all the pain.
You’re still here.
Even after everything you’re still here.
I guess that’s why we work so well…
We’re both just so stubborn.