"So you're saying that no guy ever broke you heart, right?"
"Why would someone break my heart?" she asked.
"No one ever broke up with you?"
"No."
"Did you ever break someone's heart?"
"No idea. You'd have to ask the people I knew."
"How is that possible?"
"Don't care. Never did. People can only hurt you if they matter to you, or you let them. I never do either one of those things."
"So no one ever mattered to you?"
She thought about it then said, "I don't understand the question."
"You really are a loner," she sighed, shoving a few potato chips into her mouth.
"And?"
"Don't you fall in love?"
"Of course. I love my cats. I love animals. They break my heart when they die."
"I know that."
"What more do you want from me?"
"You never hand siblings, I guess things are different for you. You like being alone. Even more importantly, you know HOW to be alone."
"I do," she said. "And, even if someone tried to make me feel bad, I might not notice. I rarely notice things like that. I'm responsible for how I feel. No one can make me do anything, unless there's violence I can't control.
"What about love?"
"What about it?"
"Don't you feel it?"
"Love has to do with trust. The things I've seen prove that no one is to be trusted. You should know that by now."
"True, but harsh."
"Not harsh, just smart. And why would you care if someone left you?" she asked.
"You mean why would I feel bad if someone broke up with me?"
"Yes. How could it possibly matter? Why would it matter. Why would you ever give someone the satisfaction of knowing they could hurt or manipulate you? I don't get it. I see it all the time, but why suffer when you don't have to? Besides, you could always run over him with your car."
"Breaking up is like a kind of death."
"How? The other person is still alive and probably already in love with someone else."
"You're being literal. It's a loss of affection, dreams, hope and the future. Those things die."
"Only if you kill them. You still have all those things. They aren't gone, just different, maybe a lot better."
"You don't get it."
"You're the one who doesn't get it. No one should be important enough to crash your life. If they are, you're giving too much of yourself away, including your personal power. You always have to be ready to walk away from anything."
"No. You have to give everything for love."
"Seriously? You can't honestly believe that, can you."
"I do."
"Good luck."
"Don't you miss being in a relationship?"
"Why would I miss what I don't want?"
"You're not a very good therapist."
"That's because I'm not a therapist, I'm your best friend and your a weird-o," she laughed.
"No, you are," she snickered, throwing a throw pillow at her. "I don't know how our friendship lasted all these years. I'm sorry you're alone."
"I'm sorry you're not."
"I know. I should leave him."
"You've been saying that for a long time."
"Think I'd get custody of the dog?"
"If you don't we'll just steal him. It' will be like when we were kids."
"Promise?"
"Pinky swear," she said, holding out her little finger.
"How did you get so smart?"
"I don't like people that much, so it wasn't hard. Life is pretty stupid and it's a set up for misery. A game I refuse to play."
"Can I live with you?"
"Definitely not," she chuckled. "You'd never forgive me if I let you do that."
You're right, it would be terrible."
Plus your dog would be killed by my cats, since he snores and they like silence."
"He doesn't snore, he's a heavy breather."
"Sure, if you say so."
"Help me find an apartment."
"There's one in the building next to mine. I just saw the sign in the window yesterday."
"Perfect. Then I can bother you all the time."
"Don't feel bad if I don't answer the door. It's nothing personal. Put your shoes on and let's go."
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