I saw you try

"I've said too much."

"Too much what?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Yes, it does. If you say that, it matters."

"I didn't mean to..."

"Didn't mean to what? Didn't mean to say it? Didn't mean for me to hear it?"

"I don't know. I wasn't thinking..."

"You weren't thinking. That's the problem. You never think."

"That's not true."

"Oh, really? Then explain. Explain."

"There's nothing to explain."

"Of course there is. You said something. Something you... you shouldn't have."

"It wasn't my intention..."

"Wasn't your intention to hurt me? Wasn't your intention... what?"

"I don't know. It slipped out."

"Slipped out. Like it was a... a swear word. But it wasn't a swear word, was it? It was worse."

"I didn't mean to..."

"Stop saying you didn't mean to. It doesn't change anything. You said it."

"I know."

"So?"

"So... nothing."

"Nothing? After what you said, nothing?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"I want you to... to understand."

"Understand what?"

"The harm you've done."

"I didn't want to hurt you."

"But you did. And that's what matters."

"I'm sorry."

"That's not enough."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I don't know. Maybe nothing. Maybe it's too late."

"Don't say that."

"Why not? It's the truth."

"It's not the truth. We can... we can get through this."

"Get through what? Your... your lack of tact? Your... your cruelty?" "I'm not cruel."

"Oh no? Then what do you call what you said?"

"A mistake. A bad mistake."

"A mistake that changed everything."

"That's not true."

"Yes, it is. Don't you see? Don't you realize?"

"I realize I made a mistake. But it's not the end of the world."

"Not for you. For me... for me it's all different."

"What's different?"

"Don't you understand? You... you revealed something. Something... intimate."

"It wasn't my intention..."

"Yes, I know. But you did it. And now... now I feel exposed. Vulnerable. Like everyone can see me."

"No one sees you."

"Yes, they do. You see me. And that's worse."

"I don't see you any differently."

"Yes, you do. I can feel it. There's a shadow. A shadow between us." "It's all in your head."

"Maybe. But it's there. And I don't know how... how to get rid of it." "We can talk about it."

"Talk about what? How you destroyed my trust? How you... betrayed my... my vulnerability?"

"I didn't do it on purpose."

"I know. Stop the fuck saying that. You did it anyway. And now... now I have to live with this. With the fact that you... you know."

"Know what?"

"What does it matter? You know. And that's enough."

"I don't understand."

"You don't have to understand. You just have to... just have to respect my silence."

"But I don't want you to be silent. I want you to talk to me."

"Why? So you can hear again how... how stupid I am?"

"You didn't say anything stupid."

"Oh, really? Then why did you say what you said?"

"Because... because I wasn't thinking. Because I was an idiot."

"An idiot who told the truth. Or at least, your truth."

"It's not the truth."

"Then what is it?"

"I don't know. Some... some nonsense. Something I never should have said."

"But you said it. And now... now we have to live with it."

"I don't want to live with it. I want... I want everything to go back to how it was."

"It won't go back to how it was. It can't go back to how it was."

"Why not?"

"Because words have weight. A weight that can't be erased."

"But we can... we can try."

"Try what? To forget? To pretend nothing happened?"

"We can try... You can try to... to forgive me."

"Forgive you? After what you said?"

"I know, it's hard. But... but please. Give me another chance." "Another chance for what? To hurt me again?"

"No. To show you that... that I can change. That I can be different." "Different how?"

"More careful. More... more respectful."

"Respectful? After treating me like... like an object of curiosity?"

"It wasn't my intention..."

"Stop saying that. It doesn't change anything. You did it."

"I know. And I'm sorry. But please. Don't let me go."

"I'm not letting you go. I'm just... just trying to understand." "Understand what?"

"If I can trust you. If I can... if I can love you again."

"Of course you can. I love you. And I would never hurt you on purpose."

"But you did. And that's what matters."

"Please, give me another chance."

"I don't know. I need time."

"How much time?" "I don't know. I just can't now. Maybe... maybe forever."

"Don't say that."

"Why not? It's the truth."

"It's not the truth. We can get through this. We can... we can go back to being us."

"I don't know. I don't know anymore."

"Please, believe me. I love you."

"I loved you too. But now... now I don't know anymore."

"Don't say that."

"I have to. I have to be honest. With you. With myself."

"And what's honest about this?"

"That I don't know who you are anymore. That I don't know who I am anymore."

"That's not true. We're the same as always."

"No, we're not. Words have changed everything. They've created a chasm between us."

"There's no darn chasm. We can... we can bridge it."

"How?"

"With love. With understanding. With forgiveness."

"Forgiveness... is that possible?"

"Of course it's possible. If we love each other enough."

"I love you. But... but I don't know if I can forgive you."

"Please, try. Do it for us."

"I don't know. I need time. I need... silence."

"Silence? After everything that's happened?"

"Yes. Silence. To understand. To... to heal."

"Heal from what?"

"From your words. From your... your truth."

"It's not the truth."

"Then what is it?"

"I don't know. A lie. A lie that slipped out of my mouth."

"A lie that changed everything."

"Don't say that."

"Yes, I do. Words have weight. A weight that can't be erased."

"But we can... we can try to forget."

"Forget? How do you forget something like this?"

"I don't know. But we have to try. We have to... we have to move forward."

"Move forward? Where? Towards what?"

"Towards a future. A future where... where we can be happy." "Happy? After what you said?"

"Yes. Happy. If we love each other enough."

"I love you. But... but I don't know if I can be happy with you." "Please, give me another chance."

"Another chance for what?"

"To... to show you that words aren't everything. That I can be... different."

"Different how? What does that mean?"

"It means that... that I can show you that I'm not just what I said. That I'm... more."

"More what? I don't understand. There's no 'more.' There are only the words you used. And those... those have weight."

"But that's not me. They don't define who I am."

"Then who are you? Show me. With words, if you can."

"I can't. I can't explain it to you. There are no words for... for what I feel."

"That's it. The point. There never are. We talk, we talk, but in the end... in the end nothing changes. We don't understand each other." "But we can try. We can... we can try to understand each other."

"Try how? With more words? With more empty talk?"

"No. With... with actions. With gestures. With... with love."

"Love. A big word. Too big for what happened."

"But it's true. I love you."

"And me? Do I still love you? I don't know. I don't know anymore." "Don't say that. Please."

"I have to. I have to be honest. I can't... I can't pretend nothing happened."

"But we can get through this. Together."

"Together? After what you said? After what you did?"

"I didn't do it on purpose. It was a mistake. A terrible mistake."

"A mistake that changed everything. That destroyed my trust. That made me feel... alone."

"You're not alone. I'm here."

"You're here, but you're far away. You've... you've become a stranger."

"Don't say that. Please."

"It's the truth. I don't recognize you anymore. I don't recognize... us anymore."

"But we can go back to being us. We can... we can rebuild everything."

"Rebuild what? An illusion? A lie?"

"No. The truth. Our truth."

"Our truth doesn't exist anymore. You destroyed it with your words."

"But we can create a new one. Together."

"New? Like it's easy. Like words can erase what happened."

"I don't know. But we have to try. We have to... we have to find a way."

"A way for what? To go back? To pretend nothing happened?"

"A way to move forward. To... to forgive each other."

"Forgive you? After what you said? After making me feel... like this?" "I know, it's hard. But please. Give me another chance."

"Another chance for what? To hear again how... how stupid I am?" "You didn't say anything stupid."

"Oh, really? Then why did you say what you said?"

"Because... because I wasn't thinking. Because I was an idiot."

"An idiot who told the truth. Or at least, your truth."

"It's not the truth."

"Then what is it?"

"I don't know. Some... some nonsense. Something I never should have said."

"But you said it. And now... now we have to live with it."

"I don't want to live with it. I want... I want everything to go back to how it was."

"It won't go back to how it was. It can't go back to how it was."

"Why not?"

"Because words have weight. A weight that can't be erased. And even if we erased them, the mark would remain, the scar."

"But we can... we can try."

"Try what? To forget? To pretend nothing happened?"

"We can try to... to forgive me."

"Forgive you? Again? After what you said?"

"I know, it's hard. But... but please. Give me another chance." "Another chance... for what? To show me that words mean nothing? That we can talk endlessly without ever truly telling each other the truth? That we can build sandcastles with our words, knowing the first wave will destroy them?"

"No. To show you that I can be better. That I can... that I can love you without destroying you."

"Love... such an empty word. After all this. Words, in the end, are just this: empty. They mean nothing. They can't fix anything. They can't make us understand anything."

"But I... I really do love you."

"And I... I don't know anymore. I don't know anymore what it means to love. I don't know anymore what it means to trust. I don't know... anything anymore."

"Don't say that. Please. Don't let me go."

"I'm not letting you go. I'm just... just trying to understand what the point of all this is. What's the point of talking, if words are useless?" "They have a point. They help us to... to communicate." "Communicate what? Our inability to understand each other? Our inability to truly love each other?"

"No. They help us to... to express our feelings."

"Feelings... another empty word. Another lie. Feelings can't be expressed with words. Feelings are felt. And I... I don't feel anything anymore."

"That's not true. You feel something. You feel pain. You feel anger. You feel... something."

"Maybe. But I don't feel love anymore. I don't feel trust anymore. I don't feel... us anymore."

"Please, don't say that. Don't let me go."

"I'm not letting you go. I'm just... just trying to understand if there's anything left to save. But I don't know. I don't know anymore." "There's always something to save. We just have to... we just have to find it."

"Find it where? In our empty words? In our meaningless talk?"

"No. In our hearts. In our love."

"Love... another word that means nothing. Another lie we told ourselves."

"It's not a lie. It's the truth."

"The truth... another word that doesn't exist. There are only our versions of the truth. And my version... my version is that there's nothing left to save."

"Don't say that. Please."

"I have to. I have to be honest. I can't lie to you anymore. I can't lie to myself anymore."

"And what's honest about that? About destroying everything?" "There's the honesty of admitting that words aren't enough. That they can't fix what's broken. That they can't make us understand what we don't understand."

"But we can try. We can... we can try to understand each other." "Try how? With more words? With more empty talk?"

"No. With silence. With time. With... with hope."

"Hope... another empty word. Another illusion."

"Maybe. But it's the only thing we have left."

"And if it's not enough? If hope isn't enough?"

"Then... then there will be nothing left."