Just because something -- or someone -- feels right, that doesn't make it actually right. It's a mistake she's made too many times to count, and each time, she hopes it's different. Each time, she hopes it's her heart that's right and her head that's wrong -- but each time, it all just crashes and burns and leaves her feeling guilty and miserable.

Her mouth presses into a sympathetic line, and her voice is soft.

"Do you want to talk about it?"