When was it ever really worth it?

I have always wondered when it ever was. Not whether we are worth it or not. But the fights are a different story. Have you ever took a step back to think about what we were fighting about in the first place? And why? More importantly, what we were fighting for…

More often than not, it’s always about something so little and so insignificant that when you look back on it, you can’t help but feel so foolish for even raising your voice at something like that. To come to think of it, I feel so foolish for getting into stupid little arguments about everything with you. I’m tired of it. Letting all these little things blind us.