Oh, Jeff... Flash Fiction Challenge Entry!!!!

"Oh, Jeff... I love you, too... but... I love me more! I'm tired of interacting with a part-time partner who moonlights as an emaciated apparition when his weak constitution urges him to."

"Didn't you just hear me say that I love you, Tiffa? Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

"No sir, it does not! Tell it to the wind after I'm gone, Mister-I'm-weak-minded-so-I-ghost-good-women!"

"And furthermore, if you had taken the time to get to know me better, you would have known that I was never a fan of Casper or his selfish, ghosting-prone disciples anyway."

"We can't work this out, Tiffa?"

"Nope. No spinning the block over here, partner! Do what you do best, Jeff, and go ghost. I am no longer upset with you. I have no one to blame for this outcome but myself. I should have listened to my gut. You showed me who you were when I first read the term "Serial Dater" under the relationship tab on your online profile!"