I couldn't leave him if I wanted to. I couldn't even push him away, like I usually do. But I just--I'm afraid. That I'm not--that I'm leaveable. That I'm not to him what he is to me.

Once upon a time I might've agreed with you...and I'll say this. The best thing that ever happened to me happened when I wasn't looking for it. When I wasn't expecting it. Stop reaching for it so hard, maybe. Just...let things happen.