“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?