He was mad at me.He was too angry to look at me.He’s tripping, you see. A woman who trips is like a tree that bears fruit. The woman trips the man she loves. Although the number of men complaining about it is quite high, medicine has not yet found a cure for it. I said, “Come in, girl, don’t arm me.”“Why?” he asked.I said, “The rose is beautiful in its branch and gifts”At that moment, she became a more beautiful woman than all the women registered in the world population.I loved it again.I have loved a thousand times.Just enough to…