8. I never told you this, but..

I've noticed we meet in the same place at the same time when we've had evenings of disagreements.

Not fights, but foggy air.
Enough to make us sleep apart, and to feel the need for a neutral grounds meet up.

Why we deliberate via text messages where and when we should meet, and for what, I don't know. We do the same thing every time. We each walk up our own side of the hill to the village and meet by the bookshop. We meet to walk, we meet early afternoon and we spend every minute together until the following morning. The evening we make love and cook together. We sleep deep and heavy and warm.

A pinch of a rift in our otherwise seamless and loving harmony. I can always rely on us finding our way back up the hill and back into each other's hearts.

Sometimes I wonder whether we subconsciously meet there because of it's proxmity to where we very first laid eyes on each other, and something about that feels comforting; when feel like it's falling apart.. to take it back to the start.