We have the same argument. Again. For the nth time. And even though I swear we’re the same people who’ve had this argument so many times before, we’re not. I know this because at the end of our argument, we were changed. Irrevocably. Me, with tears streaming down my face, and Rob, with tears streaming down his face, and a conclusion that I didn’t really see coming. We’re, like, good together. Whoa.