The only good part of fighting is making up.
*1 year ago*
I call Dylan from the pond.
"I'm sorry I ran. Again. We should talk about this." I sigh.
"I'll come pick you up." He replies and I click my phone off. I will the tears to stop falling but they don't listen. By the time he arrives, my eyes are dry. I climb in the car and he drives.
"Marriage, sure. But kids?! That's a huge decision that I won't be able to make until I'm older. Maybe, but I honestly don't know. And I want you to be happy, Dyl." I tell him. Eyes, you better keep your shit together and stay dry. They don't listen. He parks the car and turns to face me.
"Baby, I love you. I just want to know there's a possibility." He tells me.
"Yeah there's a possibility. But I can't guarantee anything." I whisper.
"Ok." He says.
"Ok." I reply. "So we're good? No breaking up?"
"We're good. No breaking up." He replies.
"Make-up sex?" I ask.
"Fuck yeah." He says and I laugh as he leads me into the bedroom.
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