Future Ex: There’s someone else, isn’t there?
Me: What are you talking about?
Future Ex: Who is it? There must be someone you’re leaving me for.
Future Ex: I knew it! I knew it!
Shrugs her shoulders, looks the other way. Wonders when she can go get a cup of coffee.
Future Ex: I can see it in your face! You’re in love with someone else!
Me: Yeah. You’re right. Feel better?
Future Ex: Who is it? Tell me who it is!
Me: You really want to know?
Future Ex: Yes, dammit! Who is this guy? I want to see him! I’ll lay him flat!
Future Ex: Tell me who it is! Who is it you’re in love with?
He blinks, comprehending.
Future Ex: What?
Me: The other person is me. I love myself more than you.
He blinks, flustered, angry, hurt.
She digs in her jeans pocket for a couple of bucks — really needs some coffee.
Me: I gotta go.