"It doesn't matter if the glass if half-empty or half full. What matters is this; if you hold the glass for a short amount of time, it weighs almost nothing. It's light. However, the longer you hold it, the heavier it gets. What you need to know is not how full the glass is, but when to put the glass down." he said, staring at the sky.
       I rolled my eyes. "Hey, look! Up in the sky!" I said, pointing above us. "It's all the fucks I give! Let's count them, why don't we?" He looked hurt. "Please-" "One, two... oh, look! They're flying away!" I said, and lay back down in the grass. He lay back down next to me, and turned his head to look at me. "Look, I'm sorry. I'm just trying to help." he said, and I felt guilty for yelling at him, staring into his sad, puppy-dog eyes. "Stop helping." he smiled. "I know you don't mean that." I felt tears rolling down my cheek. 
       "You're right." I said, and rolled into him, and we lay there for a while, hugging each other in the grass under the stars and the fucks that were flying further into the distance. Because I did care. About the world, and about him, and about me. "I love you." "I know."