I want you, he said.

Well, she said, I want you too.

I want you now, he said.

We have to wait, she said.

I hate waiting, he said.

Waiting is good for the soul, she said.

Why is waiting good for the soul? he said.

Because, she said.

I really want you, he said.

I really want you too, she said.

We have a lot in common, he said.

Yes, she said, we do.

I feel like I’ve known you my whole life, he said.

Me too, she said.

What does that mean? he said.

It’s your poetry I love, she said.

My poetry? he said.

Yes, she said, tell me a poem.

Let’s do it, he said.

We have to wait, she said.

But I want to now, he said.

I want to too, she said.

Wanting is nine-tenths of doing, he said.

Yes, she said, but doing is ten-tenths of doing.

After we’ve done it you’ll be glad we’ve done it, he said.

Maybe I won’t, she said.

But maybe you will, he said.

Maybe, she said.

Definitely, he said.

Maybe definitely, she said, but maybe only maybe.

It’s not my fault I want you, he said.

It’s not my fault you want me either, she said.

Maybe it is, he said.

What does that mean? she said.

It doesn’t mean anything, he said.

I think it does, she said.

All I’m saying is I want you, he said.

I want you too, she said.

I want you too, he said.

Back off now, she said.

I would never hurt you, he said.

That’s supposed to be a given, she said.

Sometimes, he said, it’s not.

What does that mean? she said.

But I’m not like that, he said.

I’ve heard that before, she said.

Not by me, he said.

No, she said, not by you.

Well then, he said.

Well, she said.

I want you, he said.

We have to wait, she said.

Someday we’ll be dead, he said.

Then, she said, it won’t matter if we wait.

It’ll matter now, he said.

It won’t then, she said.

I want you, he said.

I want you too, she said.

O my god, he said, I really want you.

Back off, she said.

Sorry, he said.

It’s alright, she said.

We’ve come this far, he said.

This is as far as we’re going, she said.

Listen, he said.

I’m listening, she said.

I think, he said, I love you.

I love you too, she said.

You see? he said.

What? she said.

We love each other, he said.

Yes, she said, it’s nice.

Yes it is, he said.

It’s really nice, she said.

That’s what I was thinking, he said.

What were you thinking? she said.

That it’s really nice, he said.

What’s nice? she said.

That we’re in love, he said.

Stop, she said.

Please, he said.

No, she said.

Okay, he said, okay.

I’m sorry, she said.

Don’t be sorry, he said.

Don’t be angry, she said.

I’m not angry, he said.

You seem angry, she said.

Well I’m not, he said.

It’s not like there’s not tomorrow, she said.

It’s not like there’s not today, he said.

Do you still love me? she said.

Yeah, he said.

Why? she said.

Lots of reasons, he said.

Is that all, she said.

Aren’t they enough? he said.

Can’t you be more specific? she said.

I’m no poet, he said.

No, she said, I suppose you’re not.

What does that mean? he said.

Nothing, she said.

Nothing? he said.

Nothing, she said.