"Hi."
"Fuck."
"You can't love me."
"You make this so hard."
"I can't make you love me."
"Please-"
"I just want to know why."
"Are you asking?"
"Yes."
"Ask me."
"I just did, fuck."
"No, ask. In a question."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Permanence. When I sleep, I can't console myself with numb fingers tracing my throat, my chest, my heart. I can't lie to myself anymore, I can't say that maybe I misunderstood. I will ask, why can't you love me? And you will tell me because. You will not say, but I do. I will have no room for interpretation. I will be asleep in the snow without you by my side."
"Oh."
"Fuck you. Why can't you love me?"
"I, uh, didn't think you would ask."
"But I did."
"I know."
"Please-"
"Please what?"
"Please, tell me- please, will you tell me why can't you love me?"
"I never said I didn't."
"But you don't"
"But I do."
"You don't."
"You're wrong."
"If you love me-"
"Because I love you-"
"If you love me, then how do you love me?"
"I love you, but I love you all wrong."
"There's no such thing as loving someone the right way."
"There's no such thing as love-"
"You're wrong."
"Please, just help me understand."
"You are what I can't have."
"I am not enough, but I want you to have me."
"Why do you love me?"
"Because you are all my heart wants."
"That doesn't make any sense."
"That's okay."
"Why?"
"If I had an answer, then it wouldn't be love."
"You are too beautiful for me."
"I wish I were."
"Actually-"
"Yes?"
"I wish you were, too."
