"She is, though I likely don't deserve her." Oh, it was so easy to fall into the old habits of self doubt. Abby took a careful breath. "Maybe I can. Maybe I will. And maybe I won't. I don't know."
"It's not-" She paused again, taking a moment to consider her words. "I thought we could be friends, once. Before. And that isn't to say that we can't be, eventually. It isn't you, really, that I'm upset with, I just- it's this whole situation, and I don't know how to get over not being here. And it's easy, I suppose, to focus on you because I feel like it's a constant comparison- you with her then, and me with her now. Or you with her then and- soon- me and this one."