“It fascinates me that every time we hang out, you always seem so happy.”

“I am happy. What’s wrong with that? Aren’t you happy?”

“It’s enjoyable.”

“So, you’re not happy?”

“Uhmm… Not really.”

“You never feel happy every time we go on a date?”

”…”

“Ouch. That hurts.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know. It’s just, I thought you would feel the same as I do. You know, happy.”

“I enjoy our dates.”

“But you’re not happy.”

“Does it really matter? What’s important to me is that you’re having fun, that you smile. I like seeing you smile. I like seeing you happy.”

“But you’re not happy.”

“As I said before, I do enjoy our time together. But for me, it’s not about my happiness.”

“You’re selfish, you know that, right?”

“What are you getting at? You said that you’re happy. Is that not enough?”

“But I want you to feel happy like I am. Why don’t you let me know that you’re not happy? Why do you always think about me? Why don’t you, for once, think about yourself?”

“Listen to me. I care about you. I want to make you happy. I don’t really care whether I feel happy or not. It’s always about you.”

“That’s so selfish of you! What’s the point of me feeling happy if you are not?”

“As I said, I enjoyed it.”

“That’s not helping at all.”

“Sorry…”