twenty-something

Duncan and I almost broke up tonight. I'm loathing drama of any kind right now, especially relationship drama, so I'll spare most of the details. Let's just say it started as a small spat and quickly escalated into something larger. I walked home from work, fuming, in the rain. He scoured the streets of Burlington, frantic, in his car. We fought, came close to that edge again, and then ended up saving things before we plunged past the point of no return.

So I guess we're good. I don't really know how I feel about all this. Is it wrong that I don't want to think about any of it?