Words Can Hurt

It's been six days since we fought...and I can still feel the sting, it still hurts, and right now it hurts because I know I never want to hurt him. No matter what was said, I know that what resulted was not what either of us had intended. It brought out the worst in our relationship, everything that could potentially tear us apart, and for that night we stopped focusing on the positive, on how much we love each other, on how empty we feel knowing that we are six thousand miles from each other's arms. We LOVE each other, and while I know that love alone is not enough, I also know that we have what it takes.

For all of the hurt that came out of that conversation, I wish I could tell him how much good came of it. I learned SO much about the strength of our relationship, even when it was at its weakest. That weakness came out of the strength of our love because we DO care, we care so much it hurts, and sometimes finding the rational, the logical, within that is the hardest part. I asked him tough questions; I asked him to articulate and quantify feelings that are, essentially, unquantifiable...he answered each question perfectly, thoughtfully. Yes, we have a lot to talk about, but I believe in us. We have endured so much, and I hope that this ultimately serves to strengthen our relationship.