Fuck... that's all I think about when I see her. How damn good she can look sometimes in just her normal clothes. But I only limit myself to thinking it, never saying it. She has been my best friend for ten years, I could never...

That afternoon, while we were talking, she was telling me something that had happened to her, but...

"Mh, no, no... you lie, you're lying to me. Because when you lie you wrinkle your nose" I smile. I know her like no one else