"What is it with you, Dia? Why is it that you seem to hate everything and everyone so much? Hu?" Dia sits down on the sofa and places her fingers on her temples, "I don't hate everything, Ian. I don't hate anyone! I just..." Ian walks up to Dia, so swiftly that is makes her head golt up, and stands over her. "Just what?!..Just tell me, what is so wrong with your life that you have to take it out on everyone else?" His eyes are so feirce with curiosity. Dia bows her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. She quickly gets to her feet, walks over to the dresser, and crosses her arms across her chest. "Ian, I just.... I just need someone.." "Then find someone, Dia." His voice a little softer this time. Dia turnes around, but she's careful not to look him in the eyes. "It's not..It's not that simple Ian. I want to meet someone.." Ian starts to say somthing but then she realizes something, uncrosses her arms and looks him straight in the eyes..
"But when I meet him, I want it to feel like..
Like when I hear my favorite song for the first time. Raw and acoustic; his hair, his eyes, his skin, his beautiful smile draws me in. And like the lyrics that I can never get out of my head; his mannerisms, his attitude, his opinions, and his soul driving voice makes me want to stay. I want to meet the guy that can or will try to understand that how I view the world is a part of me. And that I can't change that and he can't change that. I want him to not want to change that. I want him to see the small things that I do equally with the big things. I want him to challenge me, my limits, my goals. He needs to take care of me, mostly by making me take care of myself. I want him to not only read my words, but to feel them and have some response.." He starts to look away, so she continues.
"And honesty. I mean, why can't he be honest right? Is that too much to ask of one single person? Honesty...
No one knows what the future holds. But when he says those words...When he tells me, " I love you." And he adds a, " Forever and always." I want to be able to look into his eyes and see the truth in his words. No doubt, no second-guessing. Pure truth. I want him to believe in those words, so I can believe in him."
Ian walks up to her, a gentle, conserned look on his face, and places both hands on the both sides of her arms. "Dia...Dia, I.." She looks at him, her eyes getting more moist my the second. More tears stream down her cheeks. " You love me, but you're not inlove with me.." She closes her eyes as she tilts her head down to face the floor. Takes a step back from his touch and walks towards the door. She stops with her hand on the doornob. " Please, never ask me what's wrong with me when you should be asking yourself.." She quickly turns the nob and proceeds to leave the room.
After the door is shut and there is nothing left with Ian but silence, he sits down on the sofa and puts his head in his hands. " Yes..honesty is too much to ask.."
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