'You know what's the most amusing part', she said to him as they were sitting together, with a slight mist, dizzying the lights around them, in the cold January night.
He nodded his head in the negative.
'You were there to hold me so many times in the past, when I was just about to fall apart, and now when you are not there, I find it so difficult to hold myself together.'
'I am sorry that things didn't work out between us', he said while looking at the horizon. 'We both were hurt, and we both pushed each other way, never fully realising how things would eventually pan out.'
'That's not the complete picture', she said with a sigh.
'You knew full too well that I needed you so much more than you needed me, and ultimately I ended up with nothing but loss and pain on my end.'
'That's a bold assumption to make', he said with a hint of coldness. 'But it is not like that. Even I feel the same loss and separation.'
'Not as much as I do, you don't', she replied. 'You know damn too well the intensity with which I desired every bit of you.'
He didn't have a reply to her words.
'You know the funniest part', she said as she prepared to leave, 'I ended up being a collateral damage in your war against yourself, and I couldn't ever do a damn thing about it.'