Seriously, I'm giving you warning about a conversation neither of us wants to have. Please don't spin it into a fight, intentionally or not. You are loved. Know that. At the end of the day, that's all that matters.
I'm tired of fighting. I'm...I'm not made for combat. I'm made for art, for staring up at the sky and picking out patterns and making up stories. And okay knocking people up, but that's...something else entirely. Can we please not do this? Because right now, heaven and all its petty squabbling and backstabbing seems like a better idea than what's going on down here.