Show me.

[He took another step, closing the distance, an intensity in his eyes as he tried so very hard to understand what it was she thought he couldn't.]

I'm not used to feeling... well, to feeling, and yet here I am, second guessing myself, talking to a therapist, and chasing you. You make me feel a fool half the time. You turn me down. You insult me. And yet for some inane reason, it make me want you more.