One of those fights where you look at the other person, a person you’ve known so well for so long (or so you thought), and go, aloud and inside, Who are you? Who are you? Who are you? So much so that the contours of their face begin to shift, like there are shapes and lines you’ve never seen before, and the face becomes a landscape of the unfamiliar. One of those fights. It takes a while to restore us back to one another.
