Judgemental story of love

Its a love story, a complicated telepathy among two split personalities, a chaos of emotions embroidered by a hopeless threads of feelings.

He: Who are you?
She: I am Mrs....
He: I know.
She: (Surprised) What??
He: (Smiles confidently) Yes, I know everything  about you.
She: (Disgusted) Then nothing to speak, why talk!
He: Still. Known and knowing... its there.( What he hid was - actually judging how much has she changed in all this space of time.)
She : (extremely  confused, specially either to believe or not, though everything that came out of conversations were nothing except absolute abyss - baseless, but the anxiety, its effect was so exciting that she went on listening, and never realised that she was getting habituated, a habit which changed her forever.... with the course of time she measured all depths, not a single corner was left unseen by him, he was like ploughing and sowing seeds of dependence, a dependence if she honestly accepts burns your ear..... unacceptable love. There was so much she wanted to know, but she adjusted herself and accepted the darkness... against all odds the only thing which could touch her was his silent cry. No two options work here, its fixed, she has her limitations... but human being...  they have a mind - a heart, these are uncontrollable, but she had to control it too, she had her reasons, it was sad that the source of all humanity begins from love, but when it comes it brings situations which demand nothing but sacrifices. ) How to manage it all?
He: I know what you are thinking and cooking in your mind!
She: Yes its been a while now, I know all your recipes, I don't cook anymore, I am getting fat day by day with your delicacies.
He: ( laughs) Its time to diet now.
She: I'm no fashion show piece, but yes if controlling hunger demands a few pounds of sacrifice, then why not,.....
He: (stops in the middle) Honestly  I want you to be healthy, live a proper life, you have a family. Lets cut it short.
She: (smiles) I know my limit, I will never let you feel guilty, it was you who asked my fingers but I with my full wish danced with you, I will be grateful, I had a twist in my life, full of entertainment. All ends are after all ENDs, but if I finish it gracefully, I will have no regrets.
He: You sound as usual.

Rest of it, was a story, a hazy one which was hard to explain, since the moral of the story was lost. Telepathies carry no record.  It was all recorded in their mind, unfortunately the injuries of the heart..... hopefully it will be healed only with tears and smiles.