"I got short with you earlier," she said quietly, "because I was so scared. You're so much better, and I don't want you to be stuck with me when I finally feel safe enough to relax and calm down again, but I don't want you to be tethered to me.. I-I just feel sick and upset."
“Avice,” he said softly, rocking her back and forth, “you leaving was one of the hardest things that I’ve ever gone through. I wouldn’t want you back unless you were someone pretty special.”
"I know," she said, her voice but a whisper. "But I left in the first place.. I never should inflict that much hurt on you."
“Avice,” he said quietly, his voice sounding oddly sad, “I...” He shook his head slowly, running a free hand through the light stubble on his jaw. “Please don’t.”
“Underestimating yourself. You always do this, you know. You compare yourself to these images you have of people and... it’s not fair to yourself. I’m just a guy, Avice. I promise I’m not being coy, but I’m really not something special and nothing I say ever seems to change your mind.”
"It won't change my mind," she said quietly, "because even though you think you're not special.. You're everything to me."
He sighed, a bit of annoyance in his voice. "Well... have you ever considered the fact that you and I are really similar in that regard?"
"Yeah," he said, sighed. "It's like... you know how you feel about me and how it compares to how I feel about me?"
"Well, you are kind of the same way. You think you're useless, but you're my world. Does that make any sense?"
