"So when are you writing one for me???" she asked. "And when you do, feel free to lie blatantly, just like all the others have.”
But as I sit here now, staring hard at my monitor... half expecting a few magical words to materialize out of sheer nothingness... panic grips me. How could I possibly pen down what this girl means to me? How do I objectively list out what I feel about my heartbeat... when, from as long as I can remember, my existence has been intertwined with hers?
And then... she flits back into my thoughts.
She is my pillar of strenth, my only weakness... the cold voice that pushes me to dig out life, the warm bosom that cradles me when I falter... the only person who believes that I can change the world, the only person for whom I would ever want to change the world.
