Why do I come back to you?You hate me. You scream at me. You ignore me.But I still come back to you.You push me. You pull me. You shove me against random solid objects all hours of the day.But I still run back to you.Why?"We are not hopelessly in love."
"Marie who, my lovely?" The voice asked curiously, completely unfazed.
"I didn't catch that first part - busy tending to things, you know. Mind repeating what you said, dearest?"----
A man dressed in a modest tuxedo stood at the door, smiling.
"Hello," he told the maid. "I am here to pick up Sir Tony."
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"Ah, greetings Senor Don," the voice said on the other line.
"This is Senor Felipe, here to pick up Senor Tony. Is he ready yet, my good Sir?"----
"Oh." Smiling, he picked up a briefcase at his feet and opened it, showing the maid an unopened box of Cuban cigars and an unopened bottle of fine Italian wine. "And please give this to the Don. As a token of our new alliance, which is sure to come."
Well, maybe I hate you too. Maybe I want to scream at you too.
Maybe I want to kill you too.
I yell at you. I fight with you. I drag my nails down your back so hard that I draw blood.
But you don't care.
You don't care because you love me too.
Why must our love be so tragic?
"We are just hopelessly addicted."
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