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I only meant it in the way of a love story that brings together two members of enemy teams. Not the dying part.

...Uh-huh.

Which is, like, a tiny part of the whole story. You know, the whole "We just met, but I love you, let's get married but not tell anyone because that could open the lines of communication. Oh, look, because of no communication more people died, and we must part! Let's make a convoluted plan instead of talking. Oh look, that ended bad."

So... Yeah. Not like Romeo and Juliet if that's all y'got.

You're not a great fan of the story, are you?

Story's a good warning that kids are dumb and why you don't close down lines of communication.

It's also one of the greatest love stories in the world.

No, it's not. Love is about knowing someone, knowing their faults, then being willing to do anything and everything for them.

Not seeing a chick at a party, thinking she's hot, marrying her after two days, then running away, coming back, finding her "dead," and killing yourself.

That's lust, hormones, and stupidity. Love is different.

Love can be rash and unreasonable too.

Yeah, but love requires knowing a person. Wanting them even though you know they've got a temper or have problems trusting you or don't know how to say what they feel. You can't love someone unless you know them, good and bad.

He did want me to know him -

You can't love someone until you know them. You can love the idea of 'em, but that's it.

It's nearly impossible to get to know someone who is supposed to be your enemy.

Bull.

If anything, that puts you in the perfect position to know all their faults long before you ever find out their virtues.

I can't find out anything when we're not talking.

Now that is pathetic.

What would you have done, if you're so wise?

Connections.

My boyfriend and I? Our families fight like cats and dogs. As in-- gunshots go off.

But I knew just about everything about him before we even met. Because I talked to people. I didn't talk to him, but people I knew? Knew people.

There's such a thing as "second hand information." Then you evaluate the source, decide how credible it is.

It's not just "Oh, I don't talk to him, so I'll just wander around totally clueless, tee-hee."

I doubt any of my friends know any of his.

...Damn, you're pathetic.

And you're just rude.

But honest.

I doubt it makes it any better, you can be honest without being rude.

And why should I be nice? You're trying to compare yourself to a pair of stupid kids but you can't even be bothered to, you know, find out about this guy you supposedly love. You're just as stupid as them, yeah, but in a totally different way.

Sometimes love isn't about that, sometimes it's just about a moment when two people connect, and if you think differently it's not a reason to be rude.

Lust is a moment when two people connect. Love actually requires true bonding.

And it's no reason for me not to be rude. The world isn't all happy bunnies, you know. Some people are going to think you're a moron. And say so.

Then those people aren't worth my attention.