Monday, September 18, 2006

Leaving You

Leaving You

"I said to go and get your things and leave! All of your stuff is in that box over there to the left."
"Wait. . . this is mine. . . this is too! Most of this stuff is mine in this closet."
"No, that’s mine. Who bought it all? I did! So don’t touch my stuff.
"I can’t believe you. Why are you doing this? Are you crazy? Who do you. . ."
"Okay, keep talking all that sh*t, it’s fine. Just keep walking out the door. Hurry up and leave. . . oh wait, don’t put you’re stuff in that car. It’s mine. Let me call you a cab."
"Why are you doing this? You’re such a fool. You’re not going to find someone as good as me."
"You just have me wrapped around your finger. Now I could see the truth though."
"You’re never going to find someone like me. I’m the best boyfriend you’ll ever have."
"No you weren’t. I could have so many boyfriends like you. I could have one right now if I wanted to. I want someone more loyal, not a pig like you. Don’t you ever think you can’t be replaced. And that you’re one of a kind."
"Where am I supposed to go? I have nowhere."
"Why don’t you call that girl you were with while you were going out with me? I bet you thought I didn’t know. Why did you think I was kicking you out for? Because you were lying to me. You even drover her around in the car that I bought for you. Gimme those keys, you better hurry up. It looks like your taxi is getting ready to leave you. Baby, call me when you grown up to be a man."
"You can’t do this to me. Baby please . . ."
"No, I guess I wasn’t you’re everything like you said I was. You were my everything. After I found out you cheated on me. . . Don’t you even start to think that I’m going to cry over you. Don’t you even think I’m going to lose sleep without you. Because you know what? Replacing you is really easy."
"I’m really sorry. Please. . . okay. If that’s what you want then I’ll leave."
"Bye!" Her boyfriend gets in the cab and leave. She goes back into her house and starts cleaning up the mess that’s left over.

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