What must it be? The secret to their relationship. Did they never bicker in the morning and fight over who should make the coffee? Did one of them never wake up in the middle of the night to find the other had gone off to play games with friends? I imagine them blissfully sipping tea somewhere, always able to re-enact that banter that had made them fall in love with each other in the first place. I bet they never fought over the same thing twice. They probably never ever stayed angry for the sake of staying angry. They probably never felt a little good by making the other feel a little bad. The solace that one gave the other was always there, instead of being sporadic and up to the whims of … time, life. It is staggering to imagine this. I would like to believe that there was a time when even here, huge chunks of time was wasted fighting with each other. But unlikely.

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