...I know. You're an honest sort of person — not just in what you say, but in everything. Who you are as a whole.

[Some people are like that. Their lives are an open book, their feelings laid bare for anyone to examine, and they make it look so easy. She envies that a little bit, sometimes, even if she can't even begin to imagine being comfortable with that level of carefree vulnerability herself.

It's nice, though. Nice to be around. Nice to be wanted, too.]

And...you are. Special. That's what I think.