She's beautiful and her voice is so cheerful. “I believe I just met the happiest person in the world!” Her name was Angie And she seemed like an angel. But she has her skeletons. I never find out till the last moments but She always carries a smile on her brown-skinned face. I liked that about her! Angie has a beautiful body and even though I rarely see her exposed, it still had me fantasizing about her. We're only friends but I wished we were more. She had me wrapped around her finger and sometimes her smile got me out of a lot of trouble with others.

That afternoon when she said that I was her best friend she meant every word. There wasn't another person like me, we have known each other for years and she's never been mean to me or tried to steal anyone I was with. I'm not jealous at all. No one could ever be as beautiful as Angie. And yet she made my heart skip a beat. When I heard those words, I felt like someone put a hand on my heart and squeezed it.

When I met Angie, she looked different than most girls I've seen. She's taller than everyone else and has long, wavy, dark brown hair. Angie had great teeth too and they shone in the sunlight. She has big blue eyes and she looks happy. She makes me feel better even when things get bad, she always cheers me up. I thought we'd get along well but then our friendship began to slowly crumble. She became distant and cold toward me and I believe she felt the same and was ashamed of her feelings. I tried my best to talk to Angie again but that didn't help. I know how hard it can be when you're shy and boys can learn how to control their emotions and hide them away until you're sure you won't show them your feelings. But we are two women who had feelings for each other, and both of us were very afraid to say anything because we feared what people would think. After a while I decided that it was my job as her best friend to do something about this situation, show her we are the same and feel the same.

When we finally talked again, I knew that if there was one thing Angie needed, it was my love. That night after dinner we sat on the floor and started talking about everything we couldn't bring ourselves to talk about before. She told me everything, even her dreams. Then she told me something that scared me. I wished she hadn't. She told me she dreamt that we would fight over a third lover and she would break things off between us. I don't know why I believed her. It made no sense, but I did. I was confused and I was angry at first but I soon forgave her. She apologized and cried. She was so sorry for making things awkward between us but the next day felt as awkward as it could get and now I know for certain that she hates me.

"I believe I just met the happiest person in the world!" Angie said in her soft voice. She looked beautiful sitting here by my side. I looked into her eyes and smiled. Angie was a kind girl and I knew that she'd change my life. I hoped she'd keep changing it in the future.

I wish I knew more that we could explore.

I couldn't see my life without her smiling Face. So welcoming and sweet. The way she looks at me with those pretty eyes and blushes whenever we hug. It's all I can look forward to during the week because she's my reason for existing. I had strong feelings for Angie. I just want to tell her that, to be honest, and to see those eyes light up in happiness and excitement. But I don't know if I should tell her. All I want is to have the happiest person in the world be with me always, is that too much to ask? We look out for each other every where we go, we're practically joined together, and that makes us inseparable.