Flight’s end summarize.

I think exploitation is exploitation is exploitation. The rest is just nitpicking.
You were undoubtedly exploiting me. I suppose you even knew you were, even though you would have done it either way.
 
Now i’m paying back the favor. As a matter of fact, i’ve been exploiting you eversince we split up.
I do it almost every other day. I do it with a gusto. I don’t even bother telling you what i’m doing.
 
Tel-Aviv is full of decorative road-blocks – little round half-spheres, about 40 cm tall, intended to prevent you from driving past them.
We were by the station where i would go to meet her, my chronic obsession, your nemesis.
 
Did you know i was terrified of that station, even more so than you were?
I’m pretty sure you did, even if it took you a while to find out.
 
You hopped on top, then over one of those road blocks. It was the cute thing to do, and that turns me on. You knew that.
when you landed i was already looking for the next block, trying to time my movements to catch you in flight and carry you away.
It was the protective thing to do, and that turns you on. I knew that.
 
you smiled and tole me you wouldn’t let me. You didn’t have to explain yourself.
 
I remember that, and i smile. I don’t feel guilty anymore.
I don’t owe you any guilt.
I don’t owe you shit.
 
I can even remember catching you in mid-air, and you smiling, and there’s not a goddamned thing you can do about it.
 
Screwed you over, didn’t i?