If we weren't good at communicating, our friendship would have been a smoldering pile of ashes a long time ago.
We're okay. A little scuffed and shaken up, but we'll live.
We're also excellent at triggering the other...considering how many triggers we both have, this is not surprising at all.
Our friendship was built on disclosure and a continual building of trust. That's the only reason we're both standing okay right now.
Even as I was angry with Him, I wanted to run into His arms. Say, "Help me fix this, please."
In a more metaphorical sense, I did. And we've been talking ever since. Trying to understand each other. To be fair, we never really stop talking.
We haven't reset back to the beginning, even if it felt like it.
There's still quite a bit to talk about before we get anything going again.
Just because I love the man doesn't mean there aren't still a few points of contention. Either we do this right and keep with it, or we wait until that is possible.
Because this on and off crap is not cool.
I have faith in Him, and in us, that we'll find a way to make it work.