Zagreb, April 26-29 2012

Me, too

Darko Macan

“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“It is wonderful to be in love, is it not?”
“It is a bliss. I love love more than I love work or sleep! If I could, I would be in love all the time.”
“Me, too. Who do you love most?”
“You, of course.”
“I know, but beside me?”
“Our president, without doubt.”
“Me, too! Oh, I am so glad you love her, too. We are such a good match. Who else do you love?”
“Our CEO, it goes without saying.”
“Our CEO, yes, I adore him. One day last year he was in love with me, I could not believe my luck.”
“Was he, really? You lucky, lucky puppy! I wish something like that would happen to me. The highest ranking official that was ever in love with me for a day was our labor divison superintendant.”
“That is not too bad, stop being so hard on yourself. Persist and who knows what might yet to happen. Quick: who else are you in love with?”
“I am a little ashamed to say.”
“It is a tad puerile.”
“Say it, anyway!”
“The celebrity?”
“The celebrity.”
“I cannot believe it! Me, too! Oh, I am so happy that it is the two of us that are in love today! We have so much in common. I love you.”
“I love you, too. I wish…”
“What? What do you wish for?”
“Oh, nothing… This feels so good that I wished it could last for more than a day.”
“Do not be silly-billy. Love always lasts for a day. It would be too terrible otherwise. Imagine love going sour!”
“Yes, or stale. Broken, even. It is better this way.”
“Tell me once more you love me!”
“I… I…”
“What is it?”
“I feel the love waning.”
“Yes. Me, too. It must be time for work.”
“I love work.”
“I know. Me, too.”
“I love work more than I love sleep. Or love.”
“Me, too. Me, too.”