I’m not surprised you chose her…I mean, look at her. She’s got the most beautiful green eyes and her hair…golden. Unlike mine. I had brown eyes and brown hair…nothing special. And then there was her attitude toward things. She always gave you advice about things; I always cracked a joke to make you feel better. She talked to everyone; I stayed with my few friends in the back. She wanted to make you feel better; I wanted to make you feel wanted. She made time for you; I treated you like anyone else. She let you talk nice to her; I hated when you were not sarcastic with me. So, it makes sense why you wanted her…I was the problem.