[ She hadn’t come here to argue. She’s not even really sure why he’s here, except that he deserves some kind of clarity, and she knows she’s given him none of that since the day they’d supposedly decided to go their separate ways.

Christ, they weren’t even dating.

She hesitates a moment, attempting to find the right words. ]

It’s not about what I want. I care about you, Leonard. You know that. But people like me... we don’t get the things we want. The people we want.

[ She’s being vague and confusing again. She shakes her head, lifting her head to meet his gaze. ]

If I tell you the truth, about all the shit I’ve done, about who I really am... I lose you. That’s it. I guess I’ve just been trying to pretend that’s not true. Or prolong the inevitable.