It would be nice if I could say that Tat and I go through every single day in utter bliss- staring fondly into each other’s eyes, having amicable talks about anything, walking into the sunset with hands clasped tight…  But that’ll be a lie.

‘Cause we fight. A wee too often than we should, actually. A minor spat can evolve into a full blown screaming match… Stubborn people, we are. Maybe me a little more than him.

But there’s one thing I realised… as loudly as we’ll shout at each other, we’d holler our throats sore until the issue’s all sorted out. There is no such thing as leaving it be in our books. At most- I’ll ask for some ‘alone time’ and he’ll allow me to stew by myself for a bit before giving me a ring later. By then my sulky mood would have been evaporated… and I’ll give in after some mush heh.

So even though we’re this close to beating each other up everyday, one thing’s for certain is that it’s not for the worse :) And I suppose it spices up the relationship yadi yada, but ‘course it’s unwise to pick fights for the fun of it. Hurhur.

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