You two stay away from each other, he doesn’t want to get too close or too far… or continue arguing. But, he believes the love is tough because everything around you breaks you two down… testing you two.

Maybe he’s just convincing himself you two are still meant for each other, as a pathetic attempt to keep you two from being at each others throats again.

He’s drunk, kinda high, alone in his house… thinking about you, how he’d want to pull you into him… Hold you… so, he calls you… Asking to come over. Thing is, you two haven’t talked in like 2 weeks.

You end up giving in, now he’s on your couch, rolling a blunt, leaning back comfortably.

“Want some?” He asked awkwardly, its only been forever since you two talked…