Start: SHE: Oh, I can't talk about that--I can't. It's too near.

HE: I beg your pardon. I don't wish to show an unseemly curiosity about your private affairs.

SHE: If you were human, you would know that there is a difference between one's last love and all that have gone before. I can talk about the others--but this one still hurts.

HE: I see. Should we chance to meet next year, you will tell me about it then. The joys of new love will have healed the pains of the old.

SHE: There will be no more joy or pain of love for me. You do not believe that. But that part of me which loves is dead. Do you think I have come through all this unhurt? No. I cannot hope any more, I cannot believe. There is nothing left for me. All I have left is regret for the happiness that you and I have spoiled