Believe me, I’ve tried. But every time, we end up arguing and then it quickly turns into getting lost in each other. Sometimes, it even seems like we argue for an excuse to fuck—like the day we got into a fight over me forgetting to use a coaster. Never in his life has he ever used a coaster, but that day, he was hell bent on the importance of them. And if I purposely didn’t use one later that night so we could go for round two, I won’t apologize for it.
