You got angry today.
You didn’t even know why.
You shut the door and said that you don’t want to talk to me. That you aren’t me friend anymore.
I said how much I love you but you were stubborn.
I saw you sitting on a little stool.
Writing something on a little pieces of paper and the ripping them.
You weren’t sure what to write.
My creative soul.
Then the anger was gone.
We were friends again.
I love you.