Perfect Disagreement
The slam of the door
echoed
around the silent space.
Her words rang
in his ears.
His breathing
finally
began to steady,
But his thoughts
continued like rapid fire bullets.
Was it strange that he
relished
their arguments?
He hated arguments, at least
with everyone else.
But then again,
she wasn't like the others.
She was strong, passionate,
she would never give up,
not without a fight.
Perhaps that was why.
It showed someone actually
cared.
She cared about finding
justice,
discovering the
truth,
providing closure.
She was different
from the
boring
everyday
dull
mundaneness
of his job,
of his life, and
he loved her for that.
