This is her. And this is me.

She cried when we spoke over the phone after our first fight.
She cried the first time we hugged.
She cried when I called her from the airport when I was leaving the country.
She cried when I first called her from London.
She cried the first time we did video chat over Skype.
Yesterday she cried when she saw me for the first time this month after she was back from hospital.
In fact, she cried each time I said anything good about her. Or, bad. Or sometimes, even just when I spoke.

Even though I hate to see her crying. Can I ever get to stop her from her outbursts? And can I even doing anything about it other than sheepishly and helplessly looking at her? This is her. And this is me. Do we need a reason why we love each other so much?

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On fights and more.

Why do we really fight in a relationship? Is it because certain qualities of your partner irritate you? No. Because those are the ones that you fell for in the first place. Plain and simple. You can never hate them. You cease to have any more interest in them if those little imperfections disappear. Your imperfectly perfect partner would be boring.

Nobody is perfect. Everyone has their own share of imperfections. And when these imperfections complement each other, there is magic. That’s heavenly. That’s love.

For a relation to progress, it needs its own ups and downs. You try correcting. You give up. You fight. You sulk. And then, you realise your mistake. You apologize. No questions asked. No answers given. Not because either of you is wrong - but as they say, saying sorry relieves your soul. You thank God that you are imperfectly perfect together. You find yourself even more attached to each other. More than ever before.

Fights are actually little blessings. In a sound relationship, that is.

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