Glow in the dark stars

It's completely dark.
I think the most beautiful thing is being able to have a screaming argument with my husband and in the middle of all the hurtful words between us, pause and say I love you without guilt or manipulation, but with the intent of reassuring each other that it's just an argument and not the end of the world, that at the end of the day we still mean everything to each other and want to make sure they know it. That's the most beautiful thing.
The worst thing is knowing the other person so deeply and intimately that you know their deepest insecurities and realizing how badly you've hurt them right after you purposely say something out of spite and fear and anger. The moment when you see the pain and hurt on the face of the person you love more than anything else in the world, that is the worst thing.

Having both of those in one argument is very rare, but it does happen. And sometimes, after, there is Taco Bell, and then sex. Really really good sex.
And holding hands in the dark looking at the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling.