I think I just let my guard down and admitted to being wrong once in a while.

Sometimes, when James and I get mad

I think of things that could happen to him.

So I get really sad and usually end up saying I'm sorry.

Then we kiss and pinky promise to never disagree again.

Which sometimes lasts only a couple of hours.

At which time, we repeat the process

and mostly end up kissing again and/or eating cookies.

It's really healthy. Mentally and physically.