She shouldn't have gotten so attached.
Why was she so attached anyway?
Why was she letting this one, specific person control her emotions?
Why was he the one invading her thoughts and not the other way around?
It wasn't fair.
But there she sat, laying in bed, painstakingly thinking of another way to spend her time or something else to waste her thoughts on.
Just not him.
She was sure he wasn't spending a tenth of the time she was wasting on him.
She'd become exactly what she hated in those sappy romance novels.