- I don’t love you.

- Since when?
- Now, just now. I don’t want lie and I can’t tell the truth, so it’s over.
- It doesn’t matter. I love you, none of it matters.
- Too late, I don’t love you anymore. Goodbye. Here’s the truth (…), so now you can hate me (…), I prefer you, now go.
- I knew that, he told me.
- You knew?
- I needed to hear it from you.
- Why?
- Because he might have been lying, I had to hear it from you.
- I would never have told you, because I know, you’d never forgive me.
- I would. I have.
- Why did he tell you?
- Because he’s a bastard.
- How could he?
- Because he wanted this to happen.
- But why test me?
- Because I’m an idiot.
- Yes. I would have loved you forever, now please go.
- Don’t do this, talk to me.
- I’m talking. Fuck off
- No, I’m sorry. You misunderstand, I didn’t mean to…
- Yes, you did.
- I love you.
- Where?
- What?
- Show me. Where is this love? I can’t see it, I can’t touch it, I can’t feel it, I can’t hear it, I can hear some words, but I can’t do anything with your easy words. Whatever you say, It’s too late.
- Please don’t to this.
- It’s done.