I bet she can do cartwheels. I bet she has a prettier smile because I bet she's not ashamed of who she is. I bet she walks straighter because she has better parents who taught her love instead of neglect. I bet her laugh lights up the room because she sounds like happiness, and for that she'll be so much easier to be with than I ever was. I bet she's smart and I bet she's funny and I bet she's everything he wanted in a girl, everything that I wasn't. I bet she makes him happy because I bet she is happy. And I bet she makes his mom proud because her son really chose a good one this time and I bet his dad will adore her because I bet she's braver than I am and she won't blush every time she says hello because she won't feel so goddamn unworthy in front of people. I bet her laugh is prettier than mine and I bet her secrets are lighter than mine and I bet her clothes are nicer than mine and I bet her mouth is sweeter than mine and I bet she's happy. And I bet he will love her, because I bet he thinks she's good enough to love.
And I still can't even do a fucking cartwheel.
