I can take everything on her face at face value, and that's valuable in a friend.

Once the storm comes out, the landscape changes. What you had before is altered in some way. And you have a choice: build something new and better from what is left or abandon it.

After working for so long on being sure of each other, sure of this thing, suddenly we were unsure again.

Even if you were green and had a beard and a male appendage between your legs. Even if your eyebrows were orange and you had a mole covering your entire cheek and a nose that poked me in the eye every time I kissed you. Even if you weighed seven hundred pounds and had hair the size of a Doberman under your arms. Even then, I would love you.

But we comforted ourselves with what we really meant to say, which was: "I don't normally feel this good about what I'm doing." Measure the hope of that moment, that feeling. Everything else will be measured against it.

Which is more stubborn, the love or the two arguing people caught within it?

So I said I wanted you to stay, even though nothing could stay the same.