Another Saturday Night


-    Do you remember when life was simple?
-    My life was never simple.
-    Never?
-    Never.
-    If that’s true then I pity you, but the fact of the matter is that I don’t believe you.  I don’t believe a word you say and I haven’t for quite a very long time.
-    You believe that I love you.  Don’t you?
-    Not for one second do I believe that.
-    Then tell me, why do I stay with you?
-    You’re afraid, that’s why.  Admit it.  But you wont’ cause you’re a fucking liar.
-    I’m afraid of what?
-    See.  It starts.  Go away.
-    Tell me.  Go ahead and tell me.  What am I afraid of?
-    You’re afraid that if we break up you’ll never find another woman to put up with you.
-    That’s bullshit.
-    If it’s bullshit then why don’t you prove it by leaving?
-    I love you.  I don’t want to leave you.
-    How can you love someone who treats you like I do?  Have you no self respect?
-    I know that you’re just putting on an act.  I know that you don’t mean those things that you say.
-    You’re not listening, are you?
-    Yes I am.  You’re telling me that you love me, you’re just using different words than I do.
-    I DON’T LOVE YOU.  I DON’T LOVE YOU.  I DON’T LOVE YOU.  Do you hear me?
-    Yes, I hear you, but I know what you really mean.
-    What do I really mean?
-    You long for the days when life was simple.  I understand.  When you love someone you understand.  See?’
-    Life was never simple.  I don’t love you.  I don’t understand you and you certainly don’t understand me.  Can I be any clearer than that?
-    Do you feel like Chinese or Italian tonight?
-    Italian.
-    Me too.



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