"You're really a part of me"

It may seem like Lisa and I fight often. In fact, rarely does more than a couple of days (sometimes hours) go by without some sort of spat or one of us gets annoyed with the other. But there is something that I feel is unique about our fighting style. We never drag it out. Rarely would the words "We're fighting" come out of our mouths and mean anything other than "right now" or at worst "today." Our fights are rather quickly resolved or pushed aside. Normally, they're pointless so there isn't much to resolve, as those things tend to go.

Of course there are those times when you think you've had enough. This is it, I might think. I'm not calling her for the rest of the weekend. I'm so sick of all this crap. But it never plays out like that. Instead, within a few hours one or the other gets over it and realizes that we can work through whatever the issue is. In short, as far as I can remember, over the course of our 7 year relationship not once have we let a day go by when we were fighting. If we're fighting on Friday night, by Saturday night, we've made ammends. If we fight on Friday afternoon, by Friday night, it's over. Somehow we always get over it.

The song Wee Small Hours of the Morning summarize my feelings best. If we had been fighting, and I was absolutely furious, by the time I'm going to bed, I miss that gal. I realize that in the grand scope of things, whatever it was isn't all that important and, I wish I could be with her.

So anyway, I thought I would put that out there. Outside looking in, one might think, "Why the heck are they together?" I can't really imagine being a part. I've looked into the same eyes, kissed the same cheeks for 7 years. Here's to a lifetime more.