Boy: I miss you.
Girl: I'm sure you do.
Boy: Do you miss me, too?
Girl: Of course.
Boy: How did we get here?
Girl: You tell me.
Boy: I'm sorry.
Girl: I'm sure that you are.
Boy: I still love you.
Girl: That's not surprising.
Boy: What happened to us? It was so beautiful. We had what love stories and fairytales were based upon.
Girl: Maybe that was the problem...
Boy: Can we just go back to where we started?
Girl: What for?
Boy: I can't live without you.
Girl: That's not true.
Boy: Everything I've been doing and everything that I've been working for and striving for these past seven years were based on our future. Without you, all of this, doesn't make any sense. None of it matters without you.
Girl: You know that's not true, either.
Boy: Please love me again.
Girl: I do love you... But like you said, it was beautiful. What we had and have is what love stories and fairytales were based upon. Stories. That's just what it is. ...A myth. We were just a myth.
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