"The moment when its late at night and you know that no matter who you talked to during the day, who you work with, when you talked to your friends, called your mom or who you go to schlol with, even if they're is seven billion people in the world and you're surrounded by them everyday at the end of the night you're completely and utterly alone?" He asked. "Yeah, I know the feeling." He was quiet for a second, subdued.

"I know the feeling of being completely and utterly alone in your too big bed at threeam wide awake and you know deep in your soul that all you want is to have someone next to you to hold and then your room is suffocating and then you cant sleep because you're mind won't shut off and all you can think about is not being alone? Yeah, I know that feeling too. And then I just think to myself that I'm an insomniac loner."

"And the worst part is knowing that someone used to share that too big bed with you, but then you got too clingy, too boring, too over the top and they left you to find someone better because honestly, who could want someone like you? Not them, and even they were perfect and you loved them with your whole heart, your whole being you still weren't enough.

And you have a deadbeat job and your boss hates you and you can't do this alone and you just want someone to make your nights less lonely and God, that moment when you're alone late and night and you realize out of seven billion people in the world you're not good enough for at last one of them?" He nods again, a sad smile on his face and she wonders how he's so beautiful yet so sad. Then he gives her her answer. "You're never good enough for them."