A short story
Looking at him,
He wasn't ready to apologize.
He wanted me to apologize before he would do,
Just like usual.
Out of annoyance,
I asked him why,
Why do you have to keep up with this attitude?
I asked him how,
How do you want me to cope with this attitude
I asked him where,
Where do you think this attitude will take you?
It will take you no where,
But all I saw was a genuine smile,
on his face.
Rubbing his hands on my cheeks softly,
Like I didn't just yell at him.
Then he said,
I don't need this attitude of mine to take me anywhere,
because it brought me to you.