Why are you here?
I missed you. I missed us. I thought maybe we should try to be us again.
I will disappoint you again.
No. No, you won’t.
Yes I will. I won’t mean to but I will. Or you will disappoint me. You won’t mean to but you will.
Why are you so cynical? I know you love me. You know I love you. We should us again.
Part of me wants to be us again too. But it will not turn out well. It never does.
We can make it work. We know where we went wrong and we won’t go there again.
Maybe…but we’ll just go someplace else instead. It’s what we do when we’re us.
So are you saying no?
No…no, I’m not saying no.
So what are you saying?
I’m saying…I’m saying come in outta the rain.
You won’t regret this.
Well, we’ll see…
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