There's a limit to how much two people can argue, I think.

There must come a point where all the raised voices, barbs, and sullen expressions cease to have any true emotional effect, and the entire exchange is a charade, an experiment in masks and showmanship.

Sometimes I think that every time we leave something unresolved, every time we let an argument die in the spaces between us, we end up a little closer to that point.

It is not that we argue that upsets me. All people argue. It is the fact that nothing is solved by our arguments; that nothing is understood, or changed.

Given time, we will become porcelain and hollow, with mouths made only for yelling, and ears that only know how to ignore.

This cannot continue.