Up and downs, but a lot more downs than ups; that’s you and me. The happy times aren’t worth the constant fighting and bickering we can’t break out of. We need to admit we’re not a good fit for each other before there’s so much damage you and I hate each other. B.T.
For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain,
an ache about the heart, never leaving one,
by night or by day; a long strain on one’s nerves
like toothache or rheumatism,
not intolerable at any one instant,
but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.
Henry Brooks Adams