The Art of Confrontation

 For days, our conversations existed only through the glow of the screens—words typed in haste, emotions lost in translation. Misunderstandings layered upon misunderstandings, each message sent with the hope of resolution but received with unintended sharpness. It was easier this way, safer even, to let the words be filtered by the distance of text.  

But the silence and avoidance was too much for me to handle. 

When I finally decided to speak—not through messages, not behind the veil of a screen, but face to face—she listened. There was hesitation and confusion, an unease born from the comfort of the digital exchanges. Yet, as I spoke, there was a tremor of emotions that no text could ever convey.  

And then, I told her about the days when our quarrel lingered like a shadow over me, about the hurt I felt in the absence of true confrontation. About the moments when I wondered if our connection was slipping away, thread by fragile thread. She listened without interruption, without defense, because she knew—knew that her avoidance had hurt me so much.  

No further words were needed. In the quiet understanding between us, in the silent acknowledgment of what had been lost and found again, we reunited. No grudges, no overthinking—only the realization that arguments, misunderstandings, and even the discomfort of confrontation exist because the bond itself is worth fighting for.

Confrontation is not about proving a point—it is about proving that the relationship matters more than pride. 

It is never easy, but it is an art. It requires courage, patience, and an understanding that arguments are not born out of indifference but out of value. We only challenge those we care for; we only seek resolution with those we refuse to lose. 

 So.... Confront! Don’t give up!