The conversation.
"I love you" he says.
She stares blankly at him. "Wont you say something back?" he asks her, "i have nothing to say" she replies. His smile slowly turns into a frown. "But i said i love you" he demanded.
She looks at him and says "nope you lust for me"
He started talking to her barely a month ago and she only considered their friendship because they went to high school together.
"What are the color of my eyes?" she asks him "surely you should have noticed this...you always seem to be looking into my eyes intensely" she adds. "Why do you love me?" she continues "is it because of the stories i'm always blabbering about from the books i read, my love for music?" she looks directly into his eyes "or my face and body?"
He tries to talk but she interrupts him "i'm not girlfriend material....i'm a friend and a lover, i'm not just an item you can brag about to your friends i'm a connection that makes someone stronger" she looks away.
"But we have been friends" he says as he moves closer to her. She looks at him with her eyes wide open "tell me what interests me the most, what inspires me, what i absolutely love to do....".
He stares into thin air "that right there is your answer i was never your friend, i am a task to you. You just have to get me and feel the power of content, pride and victory" she says to him.
she slowly begins to get up and walk towards the door he stares at her like he has just been hit by a bullet.
"Love is no word to misuse you lust for me not love me. Love doesn't demand a response, loving me doesn't give you control over me and you can not just love me without being my true friend"
Her last words before walking out the door.
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