i remember we had a fight in Milwaukee. we were heading to a taco place, and I think I started crying in the car. I don’t think there was anything major we were fighting about, I was starting to fear parting with you and began picking fights. We talked it out, kindof. We reached the taco place, and we both got out of the car. I wiped the tears off my face. You reached out your hand and I took it. i always appreciated the way we would talk things through.
On the way back to Chicago, we stopped at a gas station. I remember crying, and you held me. We started driving back, and I saw you crying too. I don’t think we talked the rest of the drive back. One of us probably made a joke and we left our feelings somewhere along the drive home.
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