I wouldn't call this an argument.

I would call it... an out-bursting insight.

You saw red, I saw the fire. You shut the phone, and we lost control. But I followed up with another phone call, because I knew you knew of my difficulty sleeping on a fight. Yet you prided yourself on it, so much as to confirm your uncharacteristic manner, and text me off. But I did call - We haven't lived through all this because of a simplistic coincidence. I don't believe that we are to fall through. We have reason.

And I cried both resentment and happiness, and you drew your apology, and I embraced it with all my heart. We nearly died. We saw us through. We fell apart. But got back up again.

We drew the line, then washed it off. It's not a life within boundaries, no.

And then I woke up, alive.