Life’s Better In…

That’s not a typo, by the way.

Before I get going with this entry, I just want to clarify that the attached video has nothing to do with this entry itself.  I just happen to like the song.  From some reason, I have this song in my head as I’m writing this.  Anyway, as for this entry, here we go.

She and I made up, I think.

Earlier today, she sent me the following text message:

Good morning, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for how I reacted, at least to the extent that I did. You hurt my feelings and didn’t know how else to show my emotions. I’m not angry with you and I hope that you’re not angry with me. 

Truth be told, had she and I spoken late last week, we probably would have had this conversation already and we would have long since patched things up.  I’m not too concerned about the timing though.  I suppose I’m just glad that it happened and we made up…again, I think.

As I briefly referenced in a post from last week, she and I got into an argument and it ended up ruining our day and from what I gather, the rest of the week.

It was a dumb argument and one that really should have never happened.  Still, I was angry with her.  She was angry with me.

It was momentarily tense, that is, until she stopped talking to me completely.  Then I was left to wallow in my own juices and just deal with this whole situation on my own.  It wasn’t fun.

At the end of this brief text conversation today, she asked me:

We are okay?

The only thing I could come up with in response:

I think so…

Normally, I am quite the wordsmith, but that’s the best I could muster at the time.  I definitely didn’t want to tell her, “I guess so”.  She hates it when I say that.

I don’t know where I was going with this entry, so I’ll end with this.

She and I tend to get into dumb arguments from time to time, the majority of which could be avoided.  We just needed to talk and that’s where we went wrong.  We didn’t talk.  She wasn’t ready to, whereas I was.  Sometimes the timing isn’t right when it comes to our willingness to talk to each other.  Eventually, things align just right, we come to a resolution, and everything is again right with the world.  Well, our world anyway.

Is life really better on Saturn?  I don’t know.  Ask SZA.

As for she and I?

Yes, things are good once again.

Until our next dumb argument…