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Her mother had told her that an argument in an relationship would either help the bond grow stronger or break it.

There wasn't an in-between.

You either walked away together as stronger and with better understand over the other or the bond broke, cracked and kept cracking until it smashed completely.

Sometimes a broken bond could be repaired, fixed but it'd always hold a crack that would never vanish.

Her mother told her that every relationship was different, one way or another.

She believed her mother because her mother had loved her father until the end and her father would carry on loving her even after death. Their love wasn't pure but it was strong and true.

She didn't ask for a love as powerful as them, she simply wished to be happy and settled with the partner she finds.

It wasn't much to ask for compared to the desperate love that so many beg and plead for you in their lives.

And she found our her own happiness with him.

She had learnt to settle with him and was more content than she'd ever expected to be.

In truth, she fell in love with him as hard as her father did for her mother.

They weren't like other relationships around them, both of them worked different and wasn't as expressive. But they cared and cherished each other and privately told each other their feelings.

No public displays was needed because anyone can repeat a word over and over again, turn the honest truth into a lie. A secret confession each night and every morning made it feel more honest, more alive and fuel their bond more.

They never argued.

They disagreed but it never turned into an argument what involved their romantic bond.

Their hearts were pumping and the string connecting them were swaying with each word spoken and given.

Her father told her that no matter how harsh or little an argument is, once the anger and pain washes away it'd only leave the feeling of .. missing.

It wasn't longing, it was much more powerful than that.

It was missing the other person.

Her father warned that at first it could be brushed to the side and allow foolishly mistakes out of bittiness to happen.

But the longer you keep the feeling the stronger it becomes until you can't live another day without seeing that person again.

The missing was the worse part of an argument.

Her father warned her over it more than once.

He told her,

"After an argument. Both of you should leave. No one stays put. Keep the door unlocked or keep a key hidden for the other person but leave the place of the argument. Clear your mind and leave the words spoken behind that closed door. When you first start to miss them, return. Return to the place you call home together and wait for them. It might take hours or it might take days but the missing will bring them home. Because if the bond survived, the missing feeling with bring them back to you. But if the bond broke, they would never be pulled back because they'd never feel the missing"

She was frighten over the advise given to her as a child.

One argument, it decided someone heart.

And, her first argument came with him.

They've dated for years, most assumed they were married by now but neither had braved the question. They were happy, they were settled and they had assumed they were in love.

She left as so did he.

She returned first, she knew how bad her temper could be but he could match it with his own.

They both never got angry at the other before and the argument showed how fairly matched they were.

She felt the missing as her father told her about.

She waited, a pot of his favourite tea on the coffee table.

She wanted to make up, to forgive and be forgiven.

Her father told her to never force one back.

If the missing didn't return them than the bond was gone for good.

And that's how she knew the one she loves still loves her the same. 

As she steps into their home, 

He's standing in waiting with two hot chocolates already made. 

A rare but beautiful and true smile on his lips. 

Love in his eyes as she fills with warmth from such the sight of him. 

The missing was just as important as their first argument, 

because it had showed them that their love could survive. 

They felt their bond grow stronger and wrap itself tighter around their hearts. 

He was her home and she was the one his missing would always bring him too. 

And as the wedding rings eventually slipped onto their fingers, she was reminded over never having to fear the missing again.  

Her mother warned her over the power of an argument.

Her father warned her over the missing.

But neither told her how to face being in love, he taught her that as she taught him the same.