Dialogue on a porch swing during a summer night

"I think love is trust," he said, slowly. "It's falling off a cliff and knowing your lover will catch you. It's finally being safe." He looked at her. "We don't have that. You don't trust me. I don't trust you. I don't know what this is between us, but it's not love."

She stared back at him, thinking she should cry now, but her eyes were stubbornly dry. "I think that cliff thing you just said ... It's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. If you jump off a cliff, you deserve to hit the bottom."

He looked away. The only sound was the slight creaking of the swing.