You Can't Love an Existentialist
(Found something I wrote years ago.)
 "Haha, no. You have been brought up in a world that advertises 'love' everywhere. There is no line of love that is not cliche. You think you should be in love. You think you should sing a love song. But really? All you have is an instinct to reproduce."
 "Maybe I have an instinct to love... ?"Â
 "Maybe humans have an instinct to care for one another. But only because we can't survive alone."
 "Well, I have an instinct to care about you most of all."
 "You only say that because deep in your primal mind you believe there is a possibility that I could one day carry your children. In your animalistic need to spread your genes, you want to keep me safe."
 "Why does it matter? The reason I feel the way I do? The reason I care?"
 "We are not destined to be together. We are not a 'match made in heaven.' Your 'true love's kiss' would not wake me from death. Admit it. All of the gooey-lovey-dovey stuff that goes on in your head? You feel a little silly thinking it. You feel like you are narrating a stupid teen chick flick. That's because it's not real. It isn't yours. It belongs to the system."
 "I would love you if we were dropped onto a barren planet without memory of past life."
 "Hah! How can you claim such a thing? With no memory? If that were the case, you'd probably rape me."
 "WHAT? I would never---"
 "It wouldn't be wrong to you if you had no memory of your health classes."
 "I think I was born with that moral."
 "Nah. You know what? It's not even a big deal. Why don't you just get it over with. Rape me, and get on with your life."
 "What is wrong with you?!"
 "Love was created to regulate sex. It's true, women don't always feel like getting it on. And they won't enjoy it with just anyone. So, to protect women from being taken advantage of all the time, 'love' and courtship was invented. Oh, it is clever. 'I can't have sex with you. I don't love you.' Hah."
 "I'm not even ready for that yet. At all."
 "Oh, then I'm your practice courtship. Like a training bra."
 "No! I care about you! A lot! And if that is because of some primal instinct, I don't give a damn! I care about you more than anyone, and I'm going to call that love! So there! It's a word. An undefinable word. But I'll give it my own definition!"
 "Alright. Want to go see a movie?"
 "I enjoy your company, and you seem to enjoy mine. So, let's go see a movie together."