We fuss and fight, disagree and disapprove and drive each other mad with differing levels of jealousy, even when we won't admit it. We miss feelings by centimetres, we won't say if what has been said has hit below the surface. 

Yet we're still here... which is slightly magical, even if you are a bit of a twat.

Nothing is ever completely perfect, right?

And that's just fine by me.