Fight about which T.V show to watch. Fight about when you make time for each other. Fight about which side of the bed you should sleep on despite the fact that you’ve always slept as the inner spoon until this very moment when you are told to sleep on the outside. Do anything to keep this power-struggle going because once it stops it’s equivalent to asking your ex how they’re doing (See post:Sunday May 15,2011). It will mean that the love has or is slipping away from you. Out of your control. The silence will act as screaming confirmation of the already ended.
We fought about why he wouldn’t text back. We fought about how we felt. Did he really hate me? He never said so, he just claimed to hate spending time with me. But for eight months we spent time together. We laughed, talked, embraced all night. Again we argued. We said mean things. We would fight about when we would talk. Fight about why things were said. Fight about how to fix them, or if they could be fixed. The battle never stopped.
I got tired of the fight but never stopped fighting with him. I fought to keep us alive. I fought to sleep in his bed. I fought to be the only one who slept in his bed. You get the gist.
Then one day after all this arguing, I said I didn’t want to fight anymore in the midst of fighting. I gave him something to consider and he had nothing to say. That was how in the midst of a never ending fight, we stopped fighting. That was also the end of us. The end of us fighting, the end of us sharing our nights, the end of us talking.
Fighting doesn’t always mean yelling, it can mean talking things out. Having a disagreement. It’s a back and forth. It means you care enough to fight. Any back and forth is better than none with someone you love.
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