He clenched his fist and yelled at her, "I know. I get it. You're fucked up.", while she stood there panting, angrily. "Yes. I know, okay? You're fucked up. I'm fucked up. We are fucked up, aren't we?", he said as he gave out a chuckle. She still stood there, panting. Staring at her with eyes burning with anger. He continued, "You're impulsive. Short tempered. And a total bitch.".
"I am not a.."
"But you get under my skin.. You act like you hate me one moment and can't live without me the next. And I know I never get anything right, and that I don't deserve you.. But God I love you."
She looked at him and titled her face. She did that every time something sweet happened.
He held her face in his hands, "I have loved anything so much. I don't need money, or booze, or one night stands.. All I need is right here in my arms."
They pecked.
She said, "So, you love me?"
"More than anything."
"Okay."
He carried her in her arms and the fights they had never lasted more than 30 minutes.
"I am not a.."
"But you get under my skin.. You act like you hate me one moment and can't live without me the next. And I know I never get anything right, and that I don't deserve you.. But God I love you."
She looked at him and titled her face. She did that every time something sweet happened.
He held her face in his hands, "I have loved anything so much. I don't need money, or booze, or one night stands.. All I need is right here in my arms."
They pecked.
She said, "So, you love me?"
"More than anything."
"Okay."
He carried her in her arms and the fights they had never lasted more than 30 minutes.
