I Think Whenever A Writer Is Really

So He Didn't Have To Prove How He Felt About Me. Like So Much Else, I Should Just Know.

Best Friends. And I Thought Of What She Had Done All The Millions Of Times I Cried To Her, Collapsing At Even The Slightest Wounding Of My Heart Or Pride. So I Reached Over And Pulled Her To Me, Wrapping My Arms Around Her, And Held My Best Friend Close, Returning So Many Favors All At Once.

This Was Our Common Ground, The Secret We Shared But Never Spoke Aloud.

Impulsiveness Can Be Charming But Deliberation Can Have An Appeal, As Well.

I Wanted To Tell Him So. Find The Right Words, String Them Together In The Ideal Way, Knowing That Here They Would Have The Best Chance Of Sounding Perfect.