No need to be a martyr. Walking through the park we'd hold hands, stay for sleep-overs at each others places after all-night research sessions and enjoy each other's company. A best friend never stops believing in you even if you give up on yourself. I loved him and he loved me, but only as friends. I want you to run your hands through my hair.
She talks, she charms—but who can trace The process of bewitching?