"Have you ever just wanted to throw yourself
into oncoming traffic when you see a
big truck about to speed by?"
she asked.

"Well, no.
I'm not ready to die,"
 he answered.


"That wasn't the question."

"What was the question?"

"Am I fucked up for thinking
something like that
 might feel good?"
she whispered.

"No."

"I love you..."

"I love you too."

"You don't think
my mind is fucked up?"

"I think your mind is beautiful."