“A brilliant way to provide enough ideas about friendship and the plot of this true story suits for movie.” (Bruce Azkiel) 

She had told me to recall all the wonderful moments we had had as a way to gain strength in difficult times during my life, and she claimed our friendship was the best gift from God, but today I am far from her while my mind making me feel that I could not stop being near her constantly.

I understood very well that there were dark, furious occurrences that could suck the life out of her, had drained her wonderful personality. And at this point of life, they carried exceptional qualities about her that she could not uncover before our friendship. 

I could feel something rippled deep in her soul, like something causing intense pain in the guts.

“I have kept this hurtful secret as a mental slave who would never hope for liberation or freedom.” 

Don’t get me wrong, this didn’t mean that I didn’t have friends at all. But, “True friendship with a girl” like the one I was going to develop with Yvalia was like a new world for me. These five bold-font words in the preceding sentence are big words. Yes, they’re powerful, intimidating, and splendid. These are words for heroes, for those who brave the impossible, who can control the part of their bodies below the belly button, and make the real difference between friendship and relationship with the opposite sex.