an almost real conversation*:

(...)

she: don't you have anything new to tell me?
me: what news could i possibly have to tell you?
she: i don't know, isn't there nothing new in your life concerning love?
me (chuckling): concerning love. no, there's nothing new. perhaps next year.
she: next year? now why on earth do you say that?
me: i don't know. suppose it's a date like any other else, right? could say "ask me next week". can't afford the optimism, though. so i say next year.
she: so you still have a long way ahead...
me: so i suppose.
she: well, you guys always have a good hand to rely upon.
me: true.
she: it will be until it hurts.
me: nah.
she: but don't you miss it?
me: what? wanking?
she: no, silly. having someone.
me: i might. but you know, after a while, it's all the same. you won't even miss it anymore. you just get used to it.
she: not much of a choice there, after all.
me: indeed.

(...)

me: i don't know, i suppose everyone falls apart eventually. i mean, five years is one hell of a long time.
she: long and heavy, when everything is crumbling down.
me: you bet. i tell you what, i won't give them much more time. they'll be over until the end of the year.
she: the end of the year? but you don't mean that you and...
me: for god's sake, no, i don't mean that. me and... christ, that would be impossible.
she: like you and me getting laid, i suppose.
me: yeah, something like that. thanks for ruining my wet dreams.
she (giggling): oh, come on.

(...)

*i've not quoted everything, and somethings were changed. obviously.