Drowning in her bobble of thoughts, with a simple question I popped it with a needle. "What signifies a good relationship, is it longevity or the quality of it?". She adjusted herself, sitting firmly in her seat. Her breathing still, her arms crossed. "The quality I would say" she uttered hesitately. unsure, her words lacked confidence. "I don't know", immediately changing her mind, clearly she thought about it. "Which one signifies a good relationship?" Giving back the question I offered. "Tough isn't it." I said, preparing to explain.

"Longevity doesn't mean fruitful & quality can be short lived, which one is worth suffering for is the question." Spilling my Friday thoughts on a Saturday afternoon. "Why suffer?" she uttered softly. "Pride comes with decades endured, managed and overcome, being satisfied with an achievement many fail. But tucking...