Is it weird to think that the pinnacle of whatever kind of love life I end up having would include boxing each other at least once?
Like, trading blows and throws with another person to exhaustion is the pinnacle of trust to me. There is an inherent rule to a consensual martial spar, where fighting isn't done out of violence but competition and when competitors can trust the maintenance of this agreement. When after either side is done and spent the other won't finish the job or start kicking while they're down.
I think I'll seek a love that can punch just as well as it can talk. That might be one ideal worth shooting for.
