“You told me you’re a better person because I taught you how to love. Well, I'm better because of the way you love. I’m out here wondering how a guy like me could ever get so lucky . . . or ever deserve to have someone like you looking my way twice.” “I’m not special. I’m nothing special,” he whispers. “To me, you are. To me . . . you are magnificent.” His lips quirk. “I think you’re high.”
