Exasperation

"Why you not call me? I was calling, calling every night. I miss you."
So here we are, playing games again.
He says, "I love you, mi amor. Do you love me?"
I say, "No, I don't. But I do miss you."
"Por que? Why you don't love me?"
I say it again: "How can I love you? I don't really know you."
He says, "Te quiero. I love you, I think about you every night."
I ask, "Why do you love me?"
"I don't know, pero I need you. Do you love me?"
"No. I don't trust you."
He laughs. "Thank you, baby! Thank you."
"It's true!"
"Maybe I not call you any more."
"I've got to go."
"Besos. Talk to you later."
We hang up and I shake my head. He'll call again.