“He didn’t deserve you, you are better off without him. Honestly, I don’t know how you put up with him, he is an idiot, his brain probably atrophied from underuse.”

She glared at him, “I was in love,ok. My judgement was clouded by his perfect face and his perfect body, apparently that was enough compensation for his less than average IQ and horrible manners.” He laughed at her.

“Stop laughing,” she said, throwing a french fry to his face, “you don’t know how I feel—felt rather.”

“Of course I don’t. God forbid that I fall for a person only for their physique, but hey, I am human and it is humanly to be symphathetic to the plight of their fellow beings.”

“You? Sympathetic? Last time I checked the tin man has more feelings than you do.”

“But the tin man doesn’t have a heart, or at least until the end.” He scowled at her.

“That is the point my dear friend. Unlike the tin man though, you probably won’t get a heart—the metaphorical one of course— at the end of your story. I would probably laugh at the day that you would, no matter how unlikely it seems. Let some divine being have mercy on the girl that you would fall in love with.”

He stared at her in disbelief. He sighed.

“I do know how to love, my only problem is that heartless woman —though she claims otherwise— can’t seem to love me back.”


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