Letting Bygones Be Bygones, Perhaps

Ring ring...

"Hey hi there, Sage. What's going on."

I have just returned my close Hometown friend's call from a couple of days ago.

"Not a whole helluva, Dara and I are fighting."

"We're not fighting" she yells in the background. "We're making up."

....

"So what was the point of this post again?" I ask Dara as she snuggles up next to me on the couch and steals the tumbler of whiskey out of my hand.

"You want to say that you are so in love, and so magically happy with me and that you want to give this relationship a shot."

"Mmmmm, is that it?"

She is really fighting for me. I notice it, I really do. But I am still uncertain. There has been so much pain, so much hurting -- on both sides I must say or she will doubtlessly correct me -- that I am not sure we will be able to get beyond it.

"Don't say that. I can get beyond it." she says as I type, "You can too."