his pov
an argument.
its fast paced, and neither one of us is thinking about what we're saying.
this time her eyes glint with a sadness.
and i want to fix it but i cant even remember why we're arguing in the first place.
and i dont think she can remember either.
i forget everything and i just run to her and hold her.
and she accepts my touch and everything that was said disappears.
an obstacle, our first obstacle, has been overcome.
i'm proud of her for staying strong.
but i'm not in love.
