We don't fight. Not really.

Set the scene:

i do something stupid.  
This could be a great number of things
but even i agree they're all stupid.

You know i agree but are usually still mad.
and always rightly so.

Our relationship is far healthier
with this understanding and yet
in this time i almost wish we fought.
At least i'd have a side worth defending.

Instead your face turns into an ice sculpture made by Michaelangelo,
not the ninja turtle.

In this time,  without my best friend
(companion,  confidante)
i am alone.

Slowly your anger melts away.
You give me your hand.  You kiss me.
In this time I know that all is right in this world, even if it is one where I ***** things up, as I am loved by the one I love.