Our First Fight
It took sixteen years, but it had to happen. We were almost finished
building the house, when I got upset over some silly thing, I think it was
the way he laid out the furniture, or something ridiculous like that. We
were both stressed out from the hot and tiring work and we needed to get
it out, but I still regret our first fight being over something so
trivial. He got angry because he had just finished arranging it and he
said it looked all right. The fight didn't last long and it wasn't very
powerful because we were both tired and we were also surprised to be
fighting for the first time. I wasn't sure what to say to him because I
loved Alex so much, so I ran out onto the porch to figure out why I
exploded at him that way. I was crying for about how silly it was for
about six minutes, until I heard a soft click behind me. Alex had his
camera and he said that the way the fireflies reflected off of my hair, he
didn't think it was possible for me to exceed perfection, but that this
night proved it. I was happy and he showed that he had just finished what
I asked, even though he was tired. He was so forgiving and we went to bed
together...maybe I don't regret it after all.
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