
"you're not talking much today"
"I am, i'm talking to you"
"No you're speaking with me but you're not talking"
"You know i'm a private person, i don't like to talk much"
"Yeah rite, yesterday night you were"
"I was drunk"
"But you can talk"
"I'm afraid"
"Nothing wrong with that"
"You acted like a jerk"
"I know"
"Bitch"
He smiled
"What are you smiling about"
"Funny thing is you can split an ice cream with me, but you won't share your thoughts"
"No, i won't"
"Why did you call me over half way across the city for then"
"I dunno"
"Exactly"
"You should leave now, call when you're in the city again, we'll catch up for lunch"
"No, we won't, you have enough friends, you call me, when you need me, when you can't hold back any longer and need to talk"
"I'm not that desperate"
"Well then, we'll see"
"Bye"
"You know i won't say having loved and lost is better than not having loved at all, cause i live with that pain every day, but it atleast makes you feel alive..."