Callen
This entire situation was stupid; I thought in my head on the way back up to my room to join the others. I spend all this time thinking how wrong I am for Isabel when I know deep in my heart that we are equally right for each other. Isabel is sweet, innocent, and full of life, whereas I was dark, got into trouble, and was the furthest thing from innocent. Despite our apparent differences, we complimented each other perfectly. Isabel brought the good out of me, and I pushed her to do things that she had never done before. To think that I was going to lose all of that because I was going to let her dad tell me that I wasn’t right for her. When have I ever been right for her before?
