Usually I don’t talk about “the good times” between the Collector and myself on this blog. Frankly, it’s less interesting and public romanticism makes me throw up a little bit in my mouth. But I just thought you might like to know that things are on an even keel.
It seems to me that with each fight, I understand the Collector a little bit more. And when we come out of each fight, I appreciate him more for all the weird little things about me that he seems willing to shrug off.
Neither of us would profess to know what the future holds – we’re both too realistic, or cynical. But I think we’ve proven to each other that we’re both just stubborn enough not to leave. And there’s some comfort in that.