The previous night will always daunt on us as psychological upheaval, all the time to remind us of the mistakes we should never return to. I guess I am permitted a certain grace period to vent my dissatisfaction with my own temper, which I had obviously crossed over. After fussing over what's counted history, I still have you, and you me. Nothing, will wreck bits we have assembled for the past two years.

Love isn't weak.