-sigh-
They're fighting again. I hate it when they do this. I get to sit there and play Game boy and pretend It's nothing. Watch the baby. More Game boy (where the hell is that save point?). Oh good here they come, all's well I hope.
"We're going back inside" he says, lighting a cigarette.
I say my goodbyes and feel betters, mouth an "if you need me" to her, and wander off.
I hate it when they do this, but they're still together, and love each other enough that they always work through it.
I can't help but wonder though, if I'd had more little arguments (the kind that weren't five minute misunderstanding fixes), I might have had a chance to save the whole thing. But that doesn't mean I'm going to stop trying though (sans arguments).
Point of Above: Don't Argue Over Stupid Shit!
Thank you, and have a lovely day.
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"We're going back inside" he says, lighting a cigarette.
I say my goodbyes and feel betters, mouth an "if you need me" to her, and wander off.
I hate it when they do this, but they're still together, and love each other enough that they always work through it.
I can't help but wonder though, if I'd had more little arguments (the kind that weren't five minute misunderstanding fixes), I might have had a chance to save the whole thing. But that doesn't mean I'm going to stop trying though (sans arguments).
Point of Above: Don't Argue Over Stupid Shit!
Thank you, and have a lovely day.
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