I’d rather fight with you.

To be completely honest, I’d rather fight with you than not talk and worry if you’re okay, if we’re okay. I’d rather scream and yell at the top of our lungs knowing it’s because we care, than to die with each passing second listening to silence. Your voice is comforting either mad, sad, happy, whatever emotion. I’d rather fight with you, working things out, coming to a conclusion, releasing whatever’s bottled up inside of us, say whatever needs to be said, than to let things get worse. I’d rather fight with you, than to be happy with someone else. I’d rather have you in my life, even if it means fighting, than to not have you in it at all.