You are getting angry with me. It’s been from sometime now. Thinking about it for some time I think it may be my fault. I should love you more. Then I can soothe you and make you less angry. I should have been doing that all along rather than worry and crying.
I wish you’d be less mad at me at times. You are the God I always look up to. You are my world, my entire universe. You know that, yet you get mad at trifling things. It hurts me, it hurts me like hell. You know I only want to love you, only love you. And when you become mad at me, look away from me when I try to turn your face into me, it hurts me. After sometime, you become sad and talk back, lovingly and very gently. But I wish you would not get mad at me in the first place. But then again, it would not be you, it would be someone else, if I ask you to change your ways. Better to get hurt than having a different person to love. Isn’t it?