After every fight, a relationship can either choose to end or fight it through. And we always hope for the latter. And if that latter persists, the aftermath of every argument that survives is one of the sweetest feelings. I know that, because I experience that in my own relationship. One moment, I’m yelling, but then the next.. I can’t help but wonder how I could have ever said such hateful words to someone so precious to me. That’s when I realize how silly it is to let something as insignificant as jealousy, get in the way of a bond so strong.

In a world full of broken hearts, I remain hopeful.