She knows she should think he's enough and be happy. More than enough, in fact. She shouldn't feel like she's settling, at all.
She knows that she's being ungrateful, selfish and completely out of line, but she can't help it.
She is well aware of his talent, that incessant detail that he never fails to flaunt at any and every chance he gets, well aware that she is exactly the same and that that fact should make them perfect for one another.
So then why does it feel so wrong to her? It's supposed to feel easy being in a relationship with someone so alike yourself, someone who knows exactly what you're talking about when you start quoting Les Mis. Carefree. Light.
But she doesn't feel any of these things. She only felt it with him. But it's too late now. Isn't it?
Maybe one day, when they've gotten over themselves, she hopes she might have a fighting chance with that freakishly tall boy whose smile never failed to melt her heart.
But until then, she knew she had no other choice but to stay where she is.
After all, a girl has to protect her heart.
