Such patience, such generosity, she's nothing like her. She wishes she could be better everyday, but she could never be like her. She looks at her and used two words to describe her, "perfect lover" wondering, why he let her go for someone like her. He has the choice to choose between someone nobody wants and someone that everyone wished for. And she wonders why he picked her? She could only try and keep trying to be her but never able to achieve it. Torturing herself thinking she was a lousy lover because she was not able to compare to her.
