Cosmic.

"Last night, I finally figured out what we loved about each other."
"You did?"
"Yes. Yes I did."
"Well, what is it?"
"You loved me because you knew what hurt me."
"Oh, that's not true."
"Yes it is."
"Stop being foolish. I loved you because you're beautiful and you meant something to me."
"See, that exactly proves my point."
"What do you mean?"
"That hurts me. I don't want you to love me. I don't want you to think of me as beautiful. I've never loved you, so I don't think you have the right to love me."
"You loved me. You even said it first. Stop lying."
"See, that proves my point again. I said that to make you say it back. I wanted you to feel it. I wanted to break your heart - I wanted to destroy you. I wanted you. I want you. I hate you, nevertheless, I love you."
"God, you are so vile."
"Again, that hurts me. That hurts me so much to hear you say such a thing. I hope you mean it - I hope you mean that with everything thing you have. I want you to destroy me. I want you to want me. I want you to hate me, but I know you'll always love me. That hurts me so much."
"You've never made any sense. You're mad, you know."
"I know."
"You're also right, you know."
"I know, and that's what hurts the most."