I am laying on the bed crying after this fight we had. So frustrating for it to be like this. To be at odds and have no real way of understanding why it has to be that way. I know you were in a bad mood and I was in a bad mood as well but there is no reason to lash out like we did at each other. Unfortunately it seems that the people you most care about in the world are the ones you have the ability to hurt most with a glance or a tone or simply the words used, especially when things told in confidence are tossed back into your face meant to cause pain.
The sobbing subsides and I am now trying to get my poor nose unstuffed and I am sure my face is red and puffy, with makeup everywhere. I lay stretched out with my arms around the pillow and my head resting on one arm. Thinking over what happened now and wondering what could have been said differently that would have changed the course of things. I feel the bed dip with your weight and your hand lightly run up my back and caress my hair. Softly almost tentatively you touch me. I turn over and look up at you not saying anything. I can see in your eyes that you are not angry anymore. I start to sit up and reach my fingertips to your jawline, feeling the slight stubble from the day there as my fingers trace it. I start to whisper that I am so sorry and you put your fingers over my lips and shake your head. Our lips meet and tongues touch, entwining, igniting the passion that is always so quick between us both for sex as well as anger.