Or something like that

I need to know now. No, don’t look away. Right now. Do you love me or not? And no, don’t start with your “listen, baby”… I can take the truth. Is it a yes or is it a no?

I can’t hear you.

But, yeah… keep running your fingers through your hair and keep staring at your feet. Oh yes, and that drop of sweat on your forehead… you can wipe that away too. Don’t worry, you’re not obvious at all.

And yes, I get it. It’s a no. But I need you to say it. And I want you to look at me.

You can’t just sneak out behind my back, go missing for one night after the other and come home in the morning… drunken like a sow. That ain’t working, baby. Not now and not in a million years…

Not with me.

Why are your eyes still fixed on the floor? Is there anything you’d like to say? No? How about if I ask you…?

How many?

And don’t you dare act dumb. Just give me a number. Three, five, ten? Or maybe you’re too cool to even keep a list? Now, come on, tell me. How many have you slept with? How many have you told you love and never called back? How many times have you made a girl’s heart race only to let her down hours later… to realize that there’s nothing to be excited about?? Go ahead. I’m listening…

I still can’t hear you. And I’m wondering… will I ever?

You’re forehead has really started to shine now. Come on, wipe those drops away, you have nothing to lose now…

Me? Oh, baby… you can be naïve, almost as much as a little girl. Do you honestly believe I could still be yours? Seriously? I guess this question will receive no answer either... will it? No?

No…

Too bad. Too bad you could never say it. It would have saved at least a tiny little bit of your dignity. But it’s too late now. And you’re a coward. As usual.

Oh yes, and don’t worry about me, my new life is just a door away… a door that I would be more than happy to close in your face. Just like that.

Goodbye, baby.

And have a good life. Or something like that.