Not every fight is loud. Some fights are quiet, almost invisible, and yet they carry the weight of everything unspoken. That's how it was with us.
We fought in small ways. A word said too sharply, a tone misread, a joke that didn't land the way it should. Nothing dramatic. No shouting. No slamming doors. But underneath each tiny argument was a storm we didn't acknowledge a storm of expectations, disappointments, and fragile feelings that we were both too scared to name.
I remember one afternoon, sitting across from you, a simple disagreement about something trivial. In another friendship, it would have been nothing. But with us, it lingered. A quiet tension that stretched across days, even when we smiled at each other later.
I hated it. But I also hated that I couldn't admit how much it hurt. Every small fight made me wonder if we were still the same. And every small fight reminded me how much I cared.
Because the truth is, the intensity of the fights often reflected the depth of our feelings. We weren't careless. We didn't treat each other lightly. We loved in a way that made every disagreement feel bigger than it should have been. Every small misunderstanding felt like a crack in something I thought was unbreakable.
And yet, despite the arguments, we always came back. Always. There was an unspoken understanding that nothing no matter how small could completely push us apart.
Or at least, that's what I believed at the time.
Looking back now, I realize that the small fights were not just fights. They were warnings. Gentle alarms that we weren't speaking the things we needed to speak. That distance was forming in the spaces where words were missing.
But even knowing that now doesn't make it easier to remember. Because back then, we didn't see it coming. We only felt the sting of disagreement, followed by relief when it passed. And for a while, that was enough.
We were still us. We were still connected. But the threads were starting to stretch. The weight of what we didn't say was slowly pulling us apart, even when neither of us wanted to admit it.
And yet, in the middle of all the tension, I couldn't stop loving the friendship. Couldn't stop loving you.
Because sometimes, small fights aren't the end. They're just part of the story.