Broken Shutters

Her: Does it matter?
Him: Can I say "duh", and not seem like a dork? I mean, c'mon... Are you kidding?
Her: I could be...
Him: Tease! Always were. Always will be. Hahaha.
Her: Oh and so you know me now, huh?
Him: Of course I do! You're a gypsy trying to disguise yourself as normal-folk. You'll walk around barefoot if you feel like it; you don't care when and where or whether it's dirty, you'll just take your shoes off and walk. Not knowing where you're going. You wear your heart on your sleeve, don't care who takes it. Or at least you say you don't care... The truth is as soon as someone comes within a foot of you, you suddenly shut down, oh but wait, not completely. You shut down a little bit. Like a door slightly ajar. You're like a peepshow. You show something, but only for a minute and then you slowly disappear behind the window shutters...
Her: Ah, so you not only know me, but you're also an expert in peep shows.
Him: There she goes. There she goes again... She with all those witty responses, hoping to somehow elude the inevitable. You don't fool me.
Her: I'm not trying to.
Him: Oh really? Then why did you?
Her: Ah lichi. Magulo ka kausap. Yoko sa'yo. *Sabay walk-out.
Him: Wait. Don't forget your heart.
Her: What?
Him: I just took it. Don't you want it back?

Uh-oh. The shutters broke.