Through the times when I feel hurt (as if) ('as if' because it feels hurting at that moment but never stays in me afterwards).
Through the times you call me those potato names I don't like.
Through the times you say "I prefer not to speak about it."
Through all the thorniness you decorate our day with. :)
Through all the times I want to strangle you, and not just strangle, but with exceptional cruelty...
What is left in me after these days with you?
Happiness.
