"Have you stopped being so ... so thingy?"
"So 'thingy'?"
"You know. So rhetorical."


You give me miles and miles of mountains, and I ask for the sea.


"I have that effect on women."
"Are you speaking from experience, or are you bluffing?"
"I'm bluffing."


What I am to you is not real.


"Oh, he's angry again. I bought flowers for this room, and not for the other."
"Hmm."
"He's been waiting to pick an argument. It's been too long."


What I give to you is just what I'm going through.


"I'm in LOVE!"
"That doesn't sound like you. Congratulations!"
"...and I won't smoke and he's giving up because of me. And I won't look at other men because I've got him and he's all I need."
"Mhm."
"...and he LOVES me""


This is nothing new. Just another phase of finding what I really need [is what makes me bleed].