Become exhausted, annoyed and utterly fed up with me. Dance with me in this maddening tango of love and pain.
Slam doors, punch walls and throw dishes. Call me on the phone in a fit of rage. Send text messages of your disdain. Wake me up in the middle of the night because you refuse to let it go until morning.
Keep me up till dawn, talking, yelling, then listening. Make the neighbors complain, and the dogs howl. Just show me you love me; show me you care.
Show me that you’re willing to stick it out, even when you want to leave. Show me that you’re going to make an effort and fight through the pain and past the hurt. Because as crazy and ridiculous as it seems, fighting means you love me.
Unfortunately for all of those next to the loud couple who fights more than they talk, they probably won’t be breaking up anytime soon. In fact, their fighting isn’t a sign of a sick relationship, but a healthy one.
