Ted and I had our first fight.

“I would hesitate to even call that a fight.”
“Well, I didn’t like it.”

Simplified, it came down to the most basic of relationship problems: I don’t feel that you were paying attention to what I needed.

Explosionless, it came complete with listening and logic.

It was so calm it happened while crossing streets, and by the time we reached his block, I was letting him hold my hand again.

“You are good at that.”
“I didn’t feel so good at it earlier.”


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DSS said...

Your sounds a bit less dramatic than ours, which happened Saturday night, but I'm so glad it's over :) Having the first "fight", and knowing you can talk it out is such a good thing!

Jenny DB said...

I like your posts tagged "making out" :)