Everyday Conversation

: Why do you love me?
: There's something motherly about you, that's why.
: What did you say! I'm the motherly type?
: When you're near, I feel like I'm home, there's no rush to go anywhere, I could stay as long as I want.
: And?
: You shouldn't drink tea every hour like this, you'll get an ulcer.
: Well, you smoke way too many cigarettes.
: Good point. Yes, you drink tea and develop an ulcer; meanwhile I'll smoke myself into some condition and we'll end up in the same hospital together.
: How much longer can we live on imagination?
: Listen, reality is ugly, terrifying. Here, no one gets what they deserve. Everyone pretends to be happy with someone else's beloved. Better to be together in imagination than all this.
: What's the point of any of this?
: I'd give you profit-loss calculations if I'd come here to do business.
: Why did you come to a place you can't stay?
: I can never go beyond you.
: Why?
: You feel like mine to me, that's why.