in out shake it all about

I've been so fucking stupid. But when things get difficult, it's easy to argue. Easy to feel negative. Easy to get frustrated, and easy to suggest time and time again that the relationship is all but over. And the more it went on, the easier it was to forget how much I've always fucking loved him.

But as soon as he walked out the door, I remembered. And all of those difficult things that were so fucking important last week didn't seem to matter so much anymore. Well, not as much as him walking out of my life mattered, anyway.

He's come home again now, though. I'm going to staple his bollocks to a chair.