On Sunday morning, it’s smoky outside. The forests have been burning in California. The news says it’s not healthy to breathe the air, so we’ve been inside our studio apartment all weekend. On Friday night, we fought. I felt terrible. When I tell her I love her, I mean it. I never understood before how you can fight like this with someone and still love them so much. On Saturday, we woke up unsure of each other. At breakfast, we talked some more. By lunchtime, we were coming back together. At night, we ate cookies and watched a movie. On Sunday morning, our love is rekindled like new.