“Don’t leave, I love you!”

“Well, maybe I don’t feel the same. “

“You have to! I can just tell!”

“Listen, Sophie, I don’t love you.”

“But what about…*sob…why?”

“I just don’t”

“After all we’ve been through, after our whole adventurous date last night, and you’re telling me you don’t love me!?
You have to have some reason for your change of heart.”

“Ok, it’s because I don’t think you’d want to date someone who’s about to die.”

Rob, what are you talking about?”

“I was just diagnosed with lukemia.”