That one person i held so dear ..that one girl i called my best friend .. that lovely person i can't live without though ...it has only been six year i think i don't know her as much as i think i do nor she know me as much as she thinks she do .. secrets are bound to exist and the pain that comes with them as well , I happened to often be there when she need me but rarely of use to her, but i guess just being there for her is more than enough or at least that is what she told me once, she isn't much of a talker , I did terrible thing I regrets she make it worse but it's her way to make me feel strong after I fall she pick me up again and show me what I overlooked , she scoldes me like a kid i hate that i get mad yet she still comes and appolegies even if i'm the one who is wrong ,i feel guilty and yet she makes me feel even more guilty but after a time i realised how strong i became cuz of her she felt more pain that i she is stroger than me she knew that pain is the fast way to be strong i think it may be cruel but it's also true... that one friend *