The Truth Is This

Sometimes you make me so angry. After awhile I feel so drained because to be upset is tiring, especially being upset with you. I get so tired I just want to stop. Sometimes when things like that happen, we worry either one of us would just give up and let go.

The truth is I want to argue with you, because you're worth arguing with. Rather than just trying to make everything okay, I want to be able to get so mad at you and give you my very honest two cents, knowing that neither of us are going anywhere, knowing that you want to argue with me too because you care. 

Because after feeling so tired, I'm secretly excited that we've reached this stage where I can just be honest with you and not worry about losing you; because I know full well that you are mine and I am yours and that it'll take more than just thunder and lightning to change that.

The truth is I want to argue with you, as much as I want to laugh with you and mourn with you and be bored with you and be excited and crazy and silly and stupid and annoying with you. All because you're worth it.