“Well, that’s what we do! We fight! You tell me when I’m being an arrogant son of a bitch, and I tell you when you’re a pain in the ass. Which you are, 99% of the time. I’m not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a two second rebound rate, then you’re back doing the next pain in the ass thing.” – Noah Calhoun, “The Notebook”, by Nicholas Sparks
Sometimes I wish I were there already, to hold you, when you're being sweet, sending texts that melt my soul like butter on a hot griddle. Sometimes you're such an ass you infuriate me to the point I wish I were there to pitch crockery at your hard head, and make you run for cover. How many dishes can you break in two seconds?