"You know," she said, staring into his eyes, her voice suddenly calm, "I was like you once."
Yes, talking on and on about love to him was probably pointless. But there was that small chance that maybe he had loved in the past and had his heart broken.
"I had no one. My friends had abandoned me to chase their dreams. I let no one into my life, because I was afraid of being let down again. And I wasn't. I was never heartbroken," she sighed, "but I was never happy, either."