Love means never having to say you're sorry... sometimes.

I woke up with Ali McGraw's face in my mind as she uttered those words to Ryan O'Neal in Love Story.  Kinda made me stop and think...

I've found myself on the offensive and defensive sides of arguments in the course of my lifetime... some arguments and disagreements never finding resolution... and without even the slightest trace of an apology.  Either by me or by my nemesis-of-the-moment. 

With one best friend, all it took was for time to fix things... we picked up where we left off (well, from the most recent pleasantness preceding the less pleasant moments).  We no longer talk about what it was that caused our most recent strife (since it really wasn't one of us that started the mess in the first place).  For another... I go off into a binge of overthinking and waffling back and forth over whether to ask for an apology since my feelings and my pride were injured.

At the end, I decided, "nah".  We love each other anyway... to the death.  Forgiveness comes always.  Always. 

In both cases, we've become more than just friends... we've become family.  And sometimes, there are things that don't even have to be said for the sake of finding peace and balance. 

Sometimes, all it takes is time... the forgiveness will always come.  As will the love.  For sure that will never leave.