No one makes me feel the same way as L. does. He makes me feel full. (Okay, maybe not the best word to describe it, but it's a kinda complete feeling, like you don't need anything else).

And we were talking, and he said basically the same thing as you, J. about being with a guy you don't really like. The perfect guy will just pass you by.

But the perfect guy has already passed me by. He didn't like me enough; I wasn't his perfect girl.