I'm pretty bad at some things, too. Things like this specifically. My last actual relationship ended with the previously mentioned mountain-kick.
You didn't love me. Not like this. You know? Steve tries to say different, but he's wrong. And now you do. I keep feeling like I should have worked for this, like I should have - earned it, or fought for it, or there should be some - mark or scar or point of distinction instead of just this thing that did not exist yesterday exists now. Like I've triggered some kind of cheat code and sooner or later someone's going to figure out that they made a mistake and this was earmarked for someone else.