"You're not wrong, you're different!" Natalie snapped, because she could do that too. Thank the alcohol. Or her moody week, or both. "I understand that. I understand you're sad, but do you understand that it makes me sad too that you can only want me in just one way? I miss you, Sam. You weren't just my boyfriend, you were my friend. And I don't have anyone who knows me like you do. And I'm still offering to give you up completely on the off chance that it would make you happier because I can't give you what you want."

Apparently she had words on this topic.