Manni?
Hmm?
Do you love me?
Sure, I do.
How can you be sure?
I don't know.  I just am.
I could be some other girl.
Uh uh.
Why not?
Because you're the best.
The best what?
The best girl.
In the whole world?
Sure.
How do yo know?
I just know.
You think so.
Okay, I think so.
You see?
What?
You aren't sure.
Are you nuts or what?
What if you never met me?
What do you mean?
You'd be saying the same thing to someone else.
Okay, if you don't want to hear it...
I dont want to hear anything.  I want to know how you feel.
Okay... my feelings say... you're the best.
Your feelings?  Who is "your feelings" anyway?
It's me.  My heart.
Your heart says, "Hi Manni.  She's the one."
Exactly.
And you say, "Thanks for the info.  Talk to you soon."
Exactly.
And you do whatever your heart says?
Well it doesn't really "say" anything.  I don't know... it just feels.
So what does it feel now?
That someone's asking rather stupid questions.
You aren't taking me seriously.
Lola, what's wrong?
Do you want to... leave me?
I dont know.
I think I have to make a decision.
 
 

Lola?
Hmm?
What would you do if I died?
I wouldn't let you die.
Yeah, but, what if I were fatally ill?
I'd find a way.
What if I were in a coma and the doctor say "one more day"?
I'd throw you into the ocean.  Shock therapy.
Okay, but what if I died anyway?
What do you want to hear?
Come on, tell me.
I'd go to the Isle of Rügen and cast your ashes to the wind.
And then?
I dont know.  It's a stupid question.
I know what you'd do.  You'd forget me.
No!
Sure, you would.  What else could you do?  Sure, you'd mourn for a few weeks.  It wouldn't be so bad.  Everybody's real compassionate.  And everything's so incredibly sad, and everyone feels sorry for you.  You can show everyone how strong you are.  "What a great woman," they'll say.  "She's pulling herself together instead of crying all day."  And suddenly this really nice guy with green eyes shows up.  And he's super sensitive and listens to you all day.  And you can talk his ear off, and you can tell him how though things are for you, that you have to look after yourself and you don't know what'll happen, blah, blah, blah.
Then you'd hop onto his lap and cross me off your list.  That's how it goes.
Manni...
What?
You're not dead yet.