Breaking Up Page #4

fantastic things.

Like happiness and...

...good company and comfort...

...and understanding

and emotional support.

God, you wouldn't ask

that much from a saint.

You look at this person that you have

this relationship with, and you think:

"What the heck

is he good for anyway?"

I hate being without you.

I hate it.

It's not right.

Can't we do something about it?

I can't take it.

I can't.

Please.

Steve, what are you doing?

- Nothing.

- What?

- Go back to sleep.

- Are you all right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yes, I am.

- Go to sleep.

- Why don't you turn on the light?

I don't need a light.

- You're going to break your neck.

- I can see.

- What are you doing?

- I'm looking for my shoes.

- You're dressed.

- I can't find them.

You're all dressed.

I must have taken them off

in the other room.

- Where are you going?

- I gotta go.

- Where?

- I gotta get home.

Why?

It's late.

- Come on, let's go back to bed.

- Look, I woke you. I'm sorry.

- You woke me?

- Yeah.

What were you going to do? Just leave?

Yeah.

What is going on?

- Nothing.

- Nothing?

- Nothing.

- What happened?

Nothing.

- Well, why are you leaving?

- I gotta get up.

- Besides that.

- No besides. I gotta get up.

Everybody's gotta get up, Steve.

I gotta get up.

The whole world's gotta get up.

We can talk about that one

some other time.

- I'm going crazy.

- See, that's different.

I thought it was your everyday,

garden-variety, existential crisis.

But crazy is different.

I'll call you tomorrow.

- What is it this time?

- What?

- Did I do something?

- Why do you think that?

Because I always do something.

No, nothing.

You didn't do anything, okay?

Look, I don't mind. Really.

I mean, we're not even

seeing each other anymore...

...so it doesn't matter.

But just as a favor, since it

makes no difference...

...could you not disappear

in the night like a thief...

...like you realized that you're at

the wrong place, like you made...

...this horrible mistake?

So I don't have to worry...

...that I upset you or disappointed

you or hurt you or drooled on you.

Just this once, I'd like to get laid

and get a good night's sleep, okay?

What do you say? For old times' sake.

Come on, we'll go to sleep.

We'll wake up in the morning.

I'll make you some coffee.

We'll read the paper.

You never disappointed me.

I didn't?

No.

That's what I thought.

No, no, no, no, no.

I was afraid.

I used to wake up...

I'd fall asleep and then be wide awake,

and I had to get out.

- Why?

- Not because it was bad, okay?

But because being here with you...

...everything else

was far away, just gone.

Me and my life, and every day

what I do and who I am.

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