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Hello, G.
H.: And then, Monday, I was shopping at Barney's. And I saw him.
S.: At Barney's?
H.: He was in the men's section, looking at belts.
S.: I don't think I've ever seen him wear a belt.
H.: Right. He doesn't wear them. I mean, it's just another thing he kept from me when we were together. Or something else that's changed. ... I keep seeing it as a whole metamorphosis. I was his cocoon, and when he was with me, he was this small, wonderful caterpillar. But now...
S.: But now G.'s become a butterfly.
H.: Without me.
S.: I'm sorry.
H.: I feel like I'm missing so much. It's so hard to not be a part of that. But part of me wonders: if we were still together, would all these changes still happen?
S.: Probably not.
H.: That's what I keep coming back to. Does that mean I was stifling him? That I was pinning down his wings?
S.: You can't think like this, H. It's not healthy.
H.: Staying in bed all day isn't healthy. Having Cheerios and a Bloody Mary for breakfast -- that's not healthy. What scares me is knowing how not having G. around isn't healthy. ... I feel like I'm slowly killing myself here. I miss him so much.
S.: But would you want him back if he suddenly appeared? Think about it.
H.: In a heartbeat. ... I know in the movies they always change their mind, the girls always want the guys back but suddenly realize that life is better without them when the guys turn up, but that's not how it is here.
S.: I think your phone's ringing.
H.: (sigh)
S.: So don't answer it.
H.: No, I should.
S.: You're too responsible.
H.: (holds up glass) No. I'm not. ... Hello?
S.: (whispers) Who is it?
H.:
S.:
H.: (quietly) Hello, G.
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