and then he calls before you take the plunge and call him. you argue for 2 hours, trying to work it out. you freak out. you get scared, you think "fine then, i'll just hurt you. i can play this game too." and you regret it the second you say it. you regret it even as you say it and then you drive on pure emotion, not speeding, but so fast to get to him and figure it out. to take it back and make him believe you yourself believe it from the very bottom of your heart. and there's a ton of talk, a ton of apologies on both sides, lots of compromise, a little more stubborness, some give and take and tears and hugs and 2 hours later you have reached the point of forgiveness and understanding. after weeks of confusion, make ups, near misses, lost kisses, sleepless nights and words unsaid, the two of you are back to where you should be and it's like you never left.