I love the way she says my name, the way she talks about me. She loves me i know she does, it's obvious when she sees me, the light in her eyes when i walk into the room.

I feel the same honestly, i can relate to her on so many different levels it's astonishing.

She's not always there, like everyone else she was here when she wanted to be, rarely when she needed to be. I didn't mind, she was she and i guess that's what made up for it.

She lied of course, but so have i.

She's flawed of course, but so am i.

She's crazy of course, but so am i.

I guess that's what brings us so close together, we're both alike in so many different ways and that's probably what scares us the most.

Being like her, being compared to her from more than just our looks, it scares me not only because she is she, but because i am me.