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“What do you want?”

“Why did you leave last night?”

“Why do you think?”

“Come on. It was like old times, you know? I just got caught up.”

“Don’t. I don’t want to hear it.”

“I just wanted to tell you –”

“Look. It happened. It doesn’t matter now. Let’s just forget it.”

“That’s not really fair. You can’t tell me you didn’t feel it too; that you don’t remember the way we used to go skating at Rockefeller.”

“I said it doesn’t matter. That part of us is over. Don’t sit there and analyze it all day.”

“You certainly didn’t make any attempt to stop me.”

 “No, but I probably should have, and given the opportunity, I probably still wouldn’t. That’s not the point. It ended on its own, and it should stay that way. Stop obsessing over it.”

“He didn’t see it, and no, I don’t plan on telling him, if that’s what you’re so worried about.”

“This has nothing to do with him. In fact, it doesn’t even have anything to do with me. You want to know why you kissed me?”

“I suppose you’re going to tell me.”

“You kissed me because you couldn’t kiss her. That’s right; I said it.”

 “Why is it that every time we get uncomfortable around each other or have some argument about what we used to be, you always say it’s about her?”

“Isn’t it? Isn’t it always about her?”


Created: Aug 19, 2012

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