“So
you think I'm in love with Benjamin?”
“I
don't think anything. I'm just teasing you.”
“Ok,
but what do you think?”
“I
don’t want to think anything. It’s your life.”
“But
I’m interested to know what you think.”
“Of
course not. You’re not really interested in what I think; you just want me to
affirm what you believe.”
“So
you think I'm that easy to read?”
“Hahaha,
oh please. I've known you for years. I could read you easier than a book. Even
if I met you right now, you're still transparent as hell.”
“I
don't believe you.”
“Fine,
here's an example. Take Anthony. You said you're glad you broke up with him but
really, you were hurt that he did not pick you.”
“That's
not true.”
“And
I don't believe you.”
“I
broke up with him because Anthony found it difficult to get along with my
friends, and I felt I had to pick one over the other.”
“Well,
yea, you told me that. But it doesn't really change the fact that, well maybe
not 'loved', but you liked Anthony very much. And you want to exude this
persona of coolness, as if people never break up with you. And fine, if you
want to keep it up, it's a perfectly valid way of living your life; I'm just
saying that you don't need to lie to me. Or if you do lie, you're going to have
to accept the fact that, even if I don't mention it, I can tell what you're
really feeling.
Plus,
well, having Anthony not pick you is kind of embarrassing. Hell, having
feelings for someone like Anthony is embarrassing. So I sort of get why you
need to lie. I'm just saying you really can't expect me not to know the truth.”
(silence)
“I
hate you.”
“Hahaha.
Of course not. You love me. You just can't argue with the fact that you know
I'm telling the truth.”
