I love you.
I love you.
Take me with you.
I cannot.
You say you love me.
I do.
How, then, can you leave me?
I am not leaving you; I am continuing the journey.
So, I can come.
No.
I’m angry.
Why?
I don’t know.
*pause*
I think…I think I’m jealous.
Of what.
Of you.
Why.
Because you have somewhere to go.
So do you.
Oh! Oh yeah!
Right! Now you get it.
Got it.
Good.