He told her she had pretty eyes.
She believed him.
He took her on a date.
She trusted him.
He held her hand.
She liked him.
He took a slushie in the face for her.
She thinks she may love him.
But he's not him…
He doesn't wear his hair in a ridiculously obnoxious Mohawk,
Or sing songs to her, for her.
Beth isn't his.
Sam is not Puck. He can't be.
But maybe that's what she needs.
Maybe she needs to forget Puck, so that she can forgive herself.
Forgive herself for giving away Beth, for cheating on Finn,
For not telling Puck she loved him.
Maybe she needs someone to speak to her in Na'avi
And to tell her she is gorgeous and desirable and flawless.
Sam is perfect. Perfect. But she is not.
Maybe she never will be
And maybe that's okay.