She: Am I alive?
He: You’re talking. Therefore, you’re breathing. That means you’re alive.
She: No, that means I’m not dead. But am I alive?
He: You look alive to me.
She: That’s because you don’t know me.
He: We met a long time ago. I think I know you well enough.
She: You thing you do, but you don’t. All you know is my name.
He: That’s not true. I know your address, telephone number, facebook account…
She: But that’s not me, dummy!
He: Who are you then?
She: Someone who cares about you.
He: Why so?
She: Because I know you.
He: The way I know you?
She: No. better than you know yourself.
He: How can you claim this?
She: I’m not claiming it, I’m stating it.
He: But it’s a lie.
She: I don’t lie.
He: Of course you do. You just did.
She: You cannot prove it.
*Silence*
She: I care about you.
He: How can I know you’re not lying?
She: You can’t.
He: Why should I trust you then?
She: You shouldn’t. But I do care. Unlike you.
He: What’s that supposed to mean?
She: It means that you don’t care.
He: About you?
She: About anything.
He: Why do you think that?
She: I know it. Because of the way you act, the way you treat people.
He: Why don’t you ask how the same people have treated me?
She: I’ve never treated you the way you this way.
He: That’s you. You’re an exception.
She: A mistreated one.
He: It’s not my fault.
She: Indeed it’s not, but you can’t use them as an excuse.
He: But they did this to me!
She: And you’re doing the same to me. How’s this fair.
He: I never said I was fair.
She: You didn’t, but I assumed it.
He: Why so?
She: Because I trusted you.
He: Your mistake.
She: Maybe. But you were in my shoes once.
He: And I was smart enough to get out of there.
She: And how did you do that?
He: I stopped caring!
She: You see? So I was right after all.
He: Right about what?
She: That you don’t care.
*Silence*
He: It’s not fair. You’re using my words against me.
She: I’m not making you say anything you don’t want to.
He: I want to say it, but I also want for you to understand.
She: I wanted the same thing in the first place. But then you hurt me because of it. Why shouldn’t I do the same?
He: Because you’re better than me.
She: I’m not better than anyone.
He: I’m not just anyone.
She: Then who are you?
He: I’m the one you love.
She: You’re the one I used to love.
He: So what happens now then?
She: I leave and you stay.
He: And we go on with our lives?
She: We try to.
He: What if we don’t succeed?
She: We will.
He: How do you know that?
She: Because we aren’t meant to be.
He: You can’t know it for sure.
She: Actually I can. If we were, it wouldn’t be so easy for me to go away.
He: And that’s okay?
She: It will be one day.
He: You’re talking. Therefore, you’re breathing. That means you’re alive.
She: No, that means I’m not dead. But am I alive?
He: You look alive to me.
She: That’s because you don’t know me.
He: We met a long time ago. I think I know you well enough.
She: You thing you do, but you don’t. All you know is my name.
He: That’s not true. I know your address, telephone number, facebook account…
She: But that’s not me, dummy!
He: Who are you then?
She: Someone who cares about you.
He: Why so?
She: Because I know you.
He: The way I know you?
She: No. better than you know yourself.
He: How can you claim this?
She: I’m not claiming it, I’m stating it.
He: But it’s a lie.
She: I don’t lie.
He: Of course you do. You just did.
She: You cannot prove it.
*Silence*
She: I care about you.
He: How can I know you’re not lying?
She: You can’t.
He: Why should I trust you then?
She: You shouldn’t. But I do care. Unlike you.
He: What’s that supposed to mean?
She: It means that you don’t care.
He: About you?
She: About anything.
He: Why do you think that?
She: I know it. Because of the way you act, the way you treat people.
He: Why don’t you ask how the same people have treated me?
She: I’ve never treated you the way you this way.
He: That’s you. You’re an exception.
She: A mistreated one.
He: It’s not my fault.
She: Indeed it’s not, but you can’t use them as an excuse.
He: But they did this to me!
She: And you’re doing the same to me. How’s this fair.
He: I never said I was fair.
She: You didn’t, but I assumed it.
He: Why so?
She: Because I trusted you.
He: Your mistake.
She: Maybe. But you were in my shoes once.
He: And I was smart enough to get out of there.
She: And how did you do that?
He: I stopped caring!
She: You see? So I was right after all.
He: Right about what?
She: That you don’t care.
*Silence*
He: It’s not fair. You’re using my words against me.
She: I’m not making you say anything you don’t want to.
He: I want to say it, but I also want for you to understand.
She: I wanted the same thing in the first place. But then you hurt me because of it. Why shouldn’t I do the same?
He: Because you’re better than me.
She: I’m not better than anyone.
He: I’m not just anyone.
She: Then who are you?
He: I’m the one you love.
She: You’re the one I used to love.
He: So what happens now then?
She: I leave and you stay.
He: And we go on with our lives?
She: We try to.
He: What if we don’t succeed?
She: We will.
He: How do you know that?
She: Because we aren’t meant to be.
He: You can’t know it for sure.
She: Actually I can. If we were, it wouldn’t be so easy for me to go away.
He: And that’s okay?
She: It will be one day.