Because of emotional impulsivity.
Because of personality differences.
Because of those irrelevant trivial matters.
Even because of some... even more absurd and inexplicable petty things.
But thinking back, no matter what kind of quarrel, in the end she is willing to hold me like this.
Transmitting those threads of fear and panic from her heart to him.
He becomes fearless.
Perhaps, the fluctuations in this usually calm and steady heart caused by these quarrels...
The remorse felt due to his introspection...
The sweet and sour feelings fermented by her softening...
Instead make one addicted to it.
The moment she holds me, injured and leaning completely on him...
He feels it doesn't matter.
He won't think about how foolish her actions were before, won't scold her, won't blame her.
All he has is heartache, all he has is gratitude.
All there is, is the constant reminder to himself: you really love her.
