“And you shouldn’t be. You should have ridiculous standards and expectations, and settle for nothing less than everything.” The mood sobers once more, and my voice grows even quieter, so quiet, it’s no more than a whisper. “And he’s gonna be the luckiest man in the world, whoever he is. Because…you don’t let people in easily. You don’t love freely. So to have that…” I swallow. “To have that…”
