“I know you’re right.
We are wrong for each other.
But here’s the thing:
I’m in love with you.”
I listened to you tell me over and over again about how wrong we were for each other. About you and your future not mixing with mine. On some days we were like magnets, drawn together by our very nature. But on others, we were opposing particles, pushing one another away. I fought with you like it was the most important fight we would ever have — with so much passion and determination. Yet I barely registered on your radar. Like I was nothing more than a pesky fly buzzing around your head. And how could I forget the insults you threw my way, like it was both your weapon and your armor?
I know you’re right. We are wrong for each other. But here’s the thing: I’m in love with you anyway. And I’d rather spend my days fighting you, than spend another day without you.
© Sarah Doughty
Anything is better with you involved.
Sometimes I wonder what would have been different if things with my husband went differently. This is how I imagined it would happen.