Fortune Cookie

"Baby, stop it. I'm sorry. You're right. I don't know why I keep blaming you. I know it's really all me. Everything you said was true. I feel like you're the closest thing to perfect I could ever know. You're the first real relationship I've ever had. I've never felt so comfortable with someone before. Babes, I love you. Babes, I'm so happy I met you. You've made my life so much better."



"You're such a sweet-talker, you," she says through the midst of the busy Chinese restaurant din. Her hand rests on the oily table. A smudged metal tea kettle, the remains of their dinner and half-filled cups of lukewarm tea lie between them. The waitress came by and added the check with two plastic-wrapped fortune cookies to the messy array.


He covers his hand over hers, strong and warm. "Yes. But I always get you to stop crying, don't I?" he squeezed her hand gently, he frowns slightly. "Why do you keep coming back? You should be careful."



"I know. But you're sweet sometimes... in the end," she says with a lopsided smile.



She cracked open the sugary sweet cookie amusedly and he smiled at her childlike eagerness.



"Even though the honey from bees are sweet, be careful of its sting."


Her smile faltered and froze as she crumpled the fortune and tossed it in his direction.



"I don't want to depend on you so much. I love you but I'm not in love with you. I know that there's someone out there that's much more perfect for me. There's just too many things about you, about us, that's too hard to maintain. I didn't know it would be this hard. It's not worth it. I'm not ready to just give up and settle. I want to go out and meet different people. I just want all the girls to want me. You're not the person I imagined my life to be with. I hate just having you in my life, I want more."