“Look…”
“What?”
“I’m not sure we should see each other anymore.”
“Hmm…”
“What?”
“You know that’s the same thing you said when we split up.”
“Yeah I know.”
“So?”
“Well… I know this sounds harsh but I know of meant it. Why are we still seeing each other when I said that the main problem we had was that I wasn’t sure if we should see each other anymore?”
“You’re right.”
“Really?” He looks hopeful. As if he’s got away with something.
“Yes you’re right, that is harsh.” She looks crushed, but she keeps talking, “I thought we could be friends.”
“Well yeah. So did I but, it just didn’t… I mean I’m not sure if it can… you know… work.”
“But… but…”
“Look, I’m moving on. It’s something I’m going to have to do. I have to take this time. You know. For myself.”
“I can’t?”
“I’m sorry.”
“No you’re not.”
“No. You’re probably right. I’m not.”
