True, True Love

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WOMAN 1

WOMAN 2

WOMAN 1

(to Woman 2)

To separate one’s love for another from the need to be loved in return. That’s real. That’s true.

When you truly love, being loved back doesn’t feel necessary or urgent, or even all that important. It just feels like a wonderful gift. Like… a hot bath, or a majestic view. A warm beverage walking through a quaint European town packed with tiny lights at the bottom of winter. Crisp white wine on a spring day after a brisk run. Yoga in the fall, a soft breeze lifting the pale yellow curtain across the slick hardwood floor. The curtain drags the sunlight in patches so alive, you gasp. A bite of cold chocolate. A nice mattress.

(Woman 2 exits.)

WOMAN 1

(after her)

The smooth ink of a fine point pen on a creamy page. A well-worn pair of leather boots, freshly shined. A lone trombone echoing through the subway on a Tuesday night. A prayer on guitar—

(Woman 2 returns with a guitar, which she uses to smash Woman 1 in the face.)