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.”