Slowie doesn't want your flowers.

"I left him because he didn't make me addicted."

"What?"

"I had to go back to someone I can emotionally lose myself and fight in department stores with."

"Barneys?"

"It's not a relationship though, right? Not love or anything. In the first month I had addiction met for a bit, but in the second month I realized he didn't meet this level. I need my beach over run by drama."

"Right."

"But again it's not love or how he folds the laundry. It's addiction. I need to be in an unstable and unhealthy relationship. That's the draw. I don't care how lovely the flowers are.

"That sounds so sweet."

"I might leave someone to see if someone else can raise the intensity of this disrespect, but safe to say--I would return if that isn't met."

"Ok."

"I do it because I can't stop searching for that feeling. I tear through the wrapping paper and throw away what's inside.

"Very endearing."

"I'm so close."

"You might want to cut to the chase and just go out to dinner with pain."

"Then I could call the search off."

"For at least a month."