Him: Are you still mad at me?
Her: Yes
Him: If I knew where you were I would get you flowers now and kiss you to forgive me. I swear I was only teasing you.
Her: What colour flowers?
Him: Hot red
Her: You chose that colour based on what you like without thinking of me. Continue like that and you might realize why I’m mad
Him: Ok. What colours do you want?
Her: It’s not as easy as that. You still didn’t get it. I can see I am right to be mad at you so I’m going to stay that way.
Him: I guess I’m guilty always then.
Her: That’s the easy way out. Admitting defeat without asking yourself what you could be guilty for. It’s ok; just don’t ask me later why I’m mad.
Him: I asked myself and I didn’t get an answer because I meant no harm and I tried to explain that. I even tried to apologise but you won’t accept. That’s why I feel I’m guilty always.
Her: Sigh. It’s ok, forget it. I’m not mad. Don’t apologise.
Growing Pains 