We Always Love

We quietly disagree, sometimes even agree to disagree.

We get on each other's nerves.

We always love.

Occasionally we may even wonder why.

At times we talk, yet not communicate, other times it's vice versa.

We fight for love.

He doesn't yell. Neither do I.

Yet I've slammed bedroom doors, house doors, car doors.

I've sought refuge and space on our boat.

We pray for love.

I've cried. And cried.

I frustrate him and he frustrates me.

And not cried because I was physically unable to.

We hope for love.

We've lived.

And learned.

We've hurt ourselves and each other.

At times we dislike the other.

Yet we always love.

There was no delineation where one ends and the other begins.

Now we tiptoe over the crack.

And it continues to grow.

Now my back is firmly planted against the wall...