I've heard and read that if you want a relationship to work, you gotta compromise. I never really knew how difficult compromising was, never thought it could be so tiring and certainly never thought the amount of of patience needed to do it.
You see, when you're at the start of your relationship, it's all rainbows and butterflies and hugs and kisses. You're so content with the cloud of happiness and bliss that you're in and you think to yourself, wow I'm the luckiest and happiest person.
Now fast forward to a few years later, how many of you are still in the same relationship? How many of you actually had the balls or rather, the patience to say or admit that you're wrong, even if you're not, just for the sake of ending a silly argument? How many of you actually worked things out when things turned sour instead of walking out on the cloud of bliss that you once thought you shared with your significant other? How many of you actually had the guts to swallow your pride because you know that if you just sit this one out instead of exploding it'll all be over soon?
My point is, I've come to realise how difficult it is to maintain a relationship. And every jab that I've received, regardless of if he knew what he said was actually hurting my feelings, I've learned to sorta live with it and just sit it out instead of shouting like a maniac and starting a war.
Why? It's not because I'm scared of him or anything, it's because at the end of the day, when we take care of each other when one of us is sick, or when we comfort one another when the other is upset, or when we spend the whole day not talking but embracing each other, all the things that went wrong will seem so petty and I'll be wondering why I cared so much about it in the first place.
And that is why we compromise.
