We.

I remember the days long ago when cell phones were something that the über rich in Los Angeles or drug dealers in NYC owned.
These days I've had texting conversations that hide tones of voice, reduce thoughts to simple numerical figures and basically obliterate the most basic of human connection, TALKING.

Once we finally spoke with one another, we saw where the misconnection happened.
This was immediately followed by a long weekend of Cocktail Therapy in the French Quarter that seemed long overdue.
Friends were in town, drinks were had, laughs were shared and it was all a perfect end to endless weeks of work and a stressful month overall.

You see, she describes our relationship like we're a couple, and in a way we are.
Since IT, we've endured living across the street from a collapsed building for two years.
We've slept on the same mattress on the floor for 3 months while our house was still under construction
We've shared a lot of our lives with each other.
We've driven the other crazy & had the craziest times together.
We had a simple misunderstanding and I understand that she and I will always have a connection that no dog, landlord or megalith hurricane can destroy.