Relationship Saved, At Least Briefly, By Metrical Verse
Her: Look, I mean, it’s just really hard right now, and it’s obviously not going to get any easier. Him: You don’t know that. I mean…. Her: Don’t interrupt me. You always interrupt me. God, I’ve been putting up with this shit for sixteen weeks. Him: Sixteen weeks? Her: 116 days. Him: You counted the days? That’s messed up. … Wait. Are you breaking up with me? Her: Genius. Good job on that Ph. D. Him: Wait. Just wait. Hold that thought. Her: Where are you going? Him: This’ll take one second. Her: The tripod? The camera? What? No! Him: YES! Listen. This is only gonna happen once, and I want to remember it. If this is our last moment together, I want to hold onto it [he sets ...