December 17, 2012

My dearest,

We argue and we snipe. We bicker and we draw an iron curtain between us: a cold war. Repeat.

Our friends watch on, bemused. They take no sides; there’s no need. They know there’s only one though we may no see it sometimes in our fury and our indignation. They know we never make up because we will forget and the next moment is always tender.

They see what is unconditional and without measure. Our friends, they only smile and wait out this tiny, funny storm.

Yours, ever and always.